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Thanksgiving 2015 Riley was waiting for Robin outside Claremont as soon as Wednesday classes were let out, sitting atop his pride and joy. Well, it wasn't really _his_ pride and joy yet - but the loaner motorcycle, black and chrome and shiny thanks to an evening's worth of dedicated polishing, was sturdy, functional, and could be trusted to get him and Robin from Bayview to North Bay in a reasonable amount of time. He'd been a little nervous about making this invitation, especially when it meant at least two days over at the home of his counterpart and his mother's duplicate, but in the heat of the moment he was confident it was an acceptable risk. "Hey, babe!" he said with a wave as he caught sight of her coming through the main entrance. "You ready t'go?" He had a black helmet under his arm and another on the back of the leather seat - safety being something his all-too-human frame meant he was extremely conscious of.

GM Tia Martia's Restaurant West End, Freedom City, New JerseyFriday November 13th, 2015 6:00 PM The benefit of privatized High School experience meant the teachers did not have to abide by standardized testing curriculum that came with being state funded. The downside? When Jesse Perry was your Creative Writing teacher he expected only the best out of his students. Having been assigned together as a writing group for professor Perry's finals next month, four students had found their way to Tia Martia's to begin a brainstorming session of how exactly they were going to wow their teacher. Tia Martia's streak of being one of the highest rated restaurants in the city continued unchallenged. The family style servings a popular choice among the teenage crowd. And it was easy to appreciate the Spanish and Italian blend of food not being coupled with lavish decorations trying to sell an "authentic" Spanish or Italian experience. Instead the diner had a modest appearance. Giving off a feeling of being inside someone's dining room.

November 2015 The Fens Riley had had to come to the Fens separately from the girls - after weeks of detention and extra 'practice', he'd been authorized to carry his crossbow off school grounds again, and he hadn't wanted to miss the last day of training that earned him those rights. He knew some of his friends didn't like Mr. Archer very much, but as much as he'd screwed him over with that Metropolis thing, Riley had come to respect the drive and determination of the man. Not a lot of the teachers at the school would have been willing to put in these hours with him. A long Saturday morning of shooting at rapidly moving civilian targets had left him drained, but it had gotten him on the street in his costume. He'd made his way to the Fens on his own terms, walking along the South River's bank right under the Boardwalk, marveling as usual at how strange everything in the city had looked. Crossing the South River where he was from meant a difficult hike across a swaying, unstable passenger walkway, here the Mona-Glenn Bridge was alive and well and roaring with traffic. He wound up using his grapple arrow to make his way from stanchion to stanchion, far above the eyes of tourists, and then disappeared into a dark alley near the foot of the bridge, where the Fens themselves met the river. Closing his eyes, he thought of the Fens he knew with its marshy ground and dying buildings, its pine forest and the creatures that dwelt within. Opening them, he was at the gas station/convenience store that was evidently one of the few businesses in this part of town, and the spot he was supposed to meet Robin and Fred. A business with history, he thought as he loitered in the parking lot, remembering how the place looked with trees through the roof and a family of bears living inside.

While it was not common to be summoned to the Jasmine Summers Administration building in the middle of a weekday it was rare that it was for accolades. Thus when the tight lipped RA passed off the notice for Winnifred to attend a meeting with the Headmistress it was to say the least some cause for concern. There was no specific mandate for the girl to attend alone of course either so it hadn't taken much thought for Robin to volunteer to join her for the short walk to the imposing building and found the young ladies awaiting the appointed meeting in the spacious foyer where a kindly receptionist informed them Ms. Summers previous meeting was running slightly overlong and they ought have a seat. It didn't take long before a younger student, attractive in a blond girl next door kind of way sat opposite them and smiled prettily as she stared at the pair rather unguardedly without saying a word.

Robin wasn't exactly a difficult roommate to have been paired with. Her side of the room was largely devoid of any sign of her presence when she wasn't there. It was only recently that she'd started to keep her extra pair of jeans and a few worn-thin t-shirts folded up in her dresser. Everything else tended to remain inside the faded black backpack that was her constant companion. Her bed had the spare sheets and blanket that Claremont provided without any additional touches from home like most of the other student's rooms held. For her part, Robin tried to keep her midnight wanderings too a minimum but even the rise and fall of a roommate's breathing did little to cut the silence that the dorm room in Bayview seemed filled with to one who was used to dozing on rooftops in the middle of the Fens. This time, when bad dreams started Robin awake, she woke with a soft intake of sudden breath, rolling out of bed to land in a wary crouch on the floor. It always took her a moment to re-orient. A few weeks had not been yet enough time to grow used to waking up some place safe. Robin rose to her feet in the dark. She was largely dressed - Robin generally went to bed in her clothes. She'd only recently started taking off her sneakers and she fumbled for them in the dark to slip them over her socks before reaching for her jacket. The belt clanked softly as she pulled it from the bedpost it hung off of. Clearly she wasn't getting any more sleep tonight and Robin didn't want to wake up her roommate.

The OOC!

Location: Currently Claremont, later the Fens Date: 9/19/15 It had taken minimal cajoling, surprisingly to Robin, to coax extra bread and peanut butter from the staff that handled Claremont's dining service. It had been worth the somewhat sad-eyed look she'd gotten for the small trash bag of sandwiches she had slung over her shoulder like an odd Santa's sack. Ho ho ho. Robin wasn't quite sneaking out of Claremont. It was the weekend, after all, and they were allowed to leave and return home. Of course, Robin's home was more of a zip code than a street address but nonetheless, she was antsy to get back to it. The Fens needed her, Robin was convinced of it and nothing, likely including an act of God, could probably sway her from that opinion. Robin shouldered her backpack onto her shoulder, trash bag of sandwiches in hand. She was about to head out towards the gate when she paused at the Lost and Found box to poke around in it. She never took anything from lost and found that was important or valuable, but when she found two sweatshirts with logos plastered across them, she collected those too, bundling them under one arm and heading for the gate directly, clearly not making eye contact with anyone on her way on foot towards the school gate.

September 1, 2015 10:00 AM The first day of class was a day or two away, but the faculty always managed to give the students enough time to settle in. In a cruel move of mother nature it was unfairly hot. Humid. It was like nature was taunting the soon to be slaving over a desk students of Claremont. Even with availiable pools and air conditioning, the weather would keep a student in a summer mindset. Sakurako wasn't one to complain. She hovered over the Academy testing out a new bouy system. The bouy itself floated in the larger pool, sending back info on the water, any vibrations, etcetra, while Sakurako was tethered to a balloon as she experimented with transmitting wi-fi across the campus. She wanted to make sure the system would work when she did her extension courses with a local Oceanographic organization. From her vantage-point, her red and white balloon stood out, although with Sakurako's recently wreckless streak in science and engineering was expected, and she usually had enough fail-safes to prevent property damage. Which would be needed today. *PAFF... TSSSSHHHHhhhhhh* She looked up and saw one of the struts to the light frame of the wifi-transmitter punctured and tore into the balloon. Her weight would not help matters for everything to make a safe landing. Extra internal airbags aside, she would need to remove herself and quickly. Grumbling she pulls a toggle and cuts away from the damaged balloon and in moments is under a parachute as she drifts towards the front of the school. Seeing her balloon was going to land into a empty athletic yard harmlessly near the school, she breathed a sigh as she landed herself. What she didn't realize is the first shipment of new students were showing up at the front drive, just as she was unceremoniously poking her head out from under her parachute. "Ohhhhh boy. Some first impression this'll make."

On her way out of the awful test from hell, Robin hesitated in her blue and yellow uniform, debating for a moment whether she out to give Riley a bit of time or head directly after him. She could pause and change, but the memory of Riley's stricken expression decided her. Pausing only to grab her worn leather jacket, Robin headed up from Claremont's underground tunnels until she could reach a level where there was window access. There were many weirder sights than a student in a training uniform sprinting through the halls and diving out a window so Robin only garnered an occasional look as she ducked outside and scaled up the side of one of the dormitories to reach the roof. She wasn't trying for stealth although her boots weren't all that loud as she landed on the shingles. "Riley?" Robin's voice floated out as she straightened up, her concern apparent in her tone.

Danger Room, Claremont Academy Wednesday 9/15/2015 Early Afternoon When they were pulled from afternoon classes for a special assessment and Team Building Exercise Riley, Raina, Robin and Anibal were not precisely sure what that would entail though doubtless they each had ideas of what to expect. Few of them however were likely to expect what they found when they reported as directed to the athletic fields where in the distance they could make out Coach archer drilling a class of freshmen in a rather expansive obstacle course. Other than the distant coach and students there wasn't much to see other than each other for several minutes before a large man emerged from a nearby stand of trees and strode out toward them. Upon closer inspection the students could see he seemed to be made of or coated in some kind of silvery metal and from the way his footfalls left impressions in the ground it looked like he had the heft to back it up. Some of the more social students might have recognized him as Coach Capote, Archers younger larger assistant, while those with an interest in millennial supers might recognize him as the hulking powerhouse Dauntless who occasionally made the news though less so of late.

Freedom City Historical Museum September 7, 2015 It had been nearly a full week since most of the new students had moved into their dormitory rooms at Claremont Academy but to say the acclimation process had been going smoothly might have been a bit misleading. Fortunately enough the school's headmistress was known for her impressive foresight and instead of their normal classes the sophomore students of the girl's dormitory were ushered onto a bus and carted off for what was as much a team building exercise as a field trip. As roommates Raina and Cathy had already been partnered up in the 'buddy system' as had been outlined by the students' chaperone in an explanation that had been as cheerful as it was unnecessary. As the girls were assigned to groups for the day Robin and Hannah joined the familiar faces from their first day, the latter being given a sheet of questions about various exhibits that the quartet were to find answers for by the time they had to leave. With a friendly - if slightly condescending in Raina's opinion - reminder to keep a low profile so far as metahuman powers went they were left to their own devices by the sprawling scale model of Freedom City, circa the early 1900s.

The OOC! Riley, Raina, Robin, and Anibal first day in the Danger room Special Appearance by Coach Capote (AKA Dauntless)

The OOC! A perfectly orderly trip to the Historical Museum where nothing noteworthy will happen, clearly.

Date: early September, just after the field trip After restlessly trying to settle yet again in her bed like a perfectly normal person, Robin gave up in short order. Sitting up smoothly and silently, she reached for the tattered black backpack that was never all that far from her fingertips, pulling it close. Her fingers ran over the fabric, checking in the dark to make sure the zippers were all closed and nothing might slip out in her escape. As she stood, all Robin had to do was find her sneakers with her feet in the dark. That was as far as she'd gotten in stripping for bed and even their absence was an uncomfortable one. Intellectually, she knew that the room was closed and safe - that no one would come take her meager possessions in her sleep but instinct was slower to follow. On quiet feet, she crept to the window and let herself out. The short climb from window to rooftop was at least beginning to be familiar passage, where to find her handholds and footholds in the dark and how to slip to the side to not be noticed in the windows along the way to the roof. Yes, perfect. The one thing that feels normal to me now is escaping to the roof of the dorm. Not the hot showers, not the bed, but the clambering up a wall in the dark. Robin's mouth curved in a smile that held little humor as she flipped up onto the dorm's roof, her feet light on the shingles as she dropped into a crouch. One knee pressed down as she reached for her backpack and swung it forward to feel for the hard edges of the book she'd uncertainly borrowed from the library. Rising slowly, she pulled the thick book on astronomy from the tattered black backpack and hugged it to her chest. With her backpack once again slung over both shoulders, she began to move across the rooftop on quiet feet with every intention of finding one of the better nooks to curl up and nap in until daybreak.

Introduction Who are you? Sum yourself up in one sentence. I am the night! Sorry, couldn't resist. I'm a kid from the 'Fens trying to make a small difference in my corner of the world. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? I go by 'Nighthawk', because if you don't have some sort of super-hero name, then you're just a creep in a mask getting in fights in back alleys. A little bit of good reputation goes a long way for not catching a bullet from some well meaning cop. My dad used to call me 'little bird' but... He's gone now. What is your full birth name? Robin Dianne Chevalier Where do you live? Freedom City, in the Fens. Or do you mean my house because I don't actually have a street address. Normally I camp out on rooftops when I finally get tired enough to nap for a bit. Sometimes I crash with friends. How old are you? What year were you born (if applicable)? I'm sixteen. I was born in 1999. Physical Traits What is your gender? If not applicable, please explain. I am female, (CIS female) How would you describe your heritage? My dad was black and my mom was white. Dad's family was Hatian. Mom's family was some sort of Scandinavian mix I think? I'm not sure. Some sort of distant European thing. How tall are you? I'm five foot five inches. Average height. What is your body type? I'm lean, uh, partially because I don't get enough calories for my activity level, I know. But I have that sort of muscular dancer/gymnast thing going on... because I'm a gymnast. Or I was. Well, still am but not like in gyms anymore. Do you have any particular weaknesses, such as allergies or physical disabilities? No, surprisingly not. I mean, considering my diet is less than stellar, I'm obnoxiously fit. I don't get sick very often which is good. If I was less robust, that would probably have made the last few years harder. How do you carry yourself? Are you graceful, or heavy on your feet? Can you be stealthy, do you walk with confidence? I walk like I'm dangerous but I try to make that less obvious. Sometimes I do better than others on that. I'm fairly light on my feet. I have a natural grace and athleticism that I really use to the limits of its capabilities in what I do. Describe your skin, eye, and hair color. Well, with the mixed ancestry, I get mistaken for a few different ethnicities. It's annoying as hell but happens more often than I'd like. My skin is brown, and my eyes are grey. I have black hair that spirals down in tight curls but I try to get it put into braids when I can so that its less in my way. How do you wear your hair, if applicable? Do you have facial hair? If I can get it done - coax a favor from a hairdresser friend - I get it put into small braids. If not, then its pretty much pulled back in the 'least likely to get in my face and get me dead' sort of way. Do you consider yourself attractive? Do others? Uh, I don't really think much about it. I clean up okay. The sort of attention you get in the kind of places I stay, isn't something I really want to court so I sure don't go out of my way to dress it all up. The older I get, the more attention I get and I have used that to my advantage when I have to. Hey, sometimes you need an edge. Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings, or birthmarks? I have no tattoos, piercings or birthmarks. I have scars. I've been shot before. I've been stabbed before and its not like the cartoons. They leave a mark. They're faded now and I try not to collect anymore but in my line of work, that's sort of inevitable. Do you resemble anyone famous? Nope. Do you have a dominant hand? I'm left handed but working on training my right to be on par. Because sometimes you break your dominant hand and then you're pretty much hosed. What kind of clothing do you wear? Whatever I happen to have held onto that isn't super gross or bloody. I scrimp and make it to the laundromat when I can but I only really keep what can fit in my backpack safely. Do you wear makeup? No. I wouldn't even know how. What is your vocal range? Is your voice distinctive in some way? I have no idea. Middle? Middle-ish? My vocal range isn't terribly distinctive but I'm trying to cultivate the whole super hero voice. Its a work in progress. I don't really have the bass range to make muggers crap themselves. So I just settle for hitting them instead. Do you have any distinctive habits, nervous tics, or mannerisms? Where did they come from, and what causes them? Do other people notice and remark on these habits? Do they annoy you or other people? I tend to clench my fists when I'm tense. People notice it if I don't have my hands in my pockets, mostly because it looks like I want to hit something and I sort of do but I don't just beat people when they make me cranky. I'm not an animal. Mostly people comment that I am impatient. I assume they do so because I seem impatient... I just don't have time for the petty stuff, really. History Where do you come from? The Fens. Born and raised! Not... that that's really a proud thing, I guess. I didn't notice it when I was little because things were good at home but without my folks... Yeah, its not a nice place. There are good people that live there, but mostly the ones that just don't have other options. The criminals though, they don't seem to be in any hurry to go anywhere. Have you made any major moves, or do you live in your hometown? I've spent my whole life in the Fens, first my folks house, then foster home, then the streets. The farthest I've gone is when I got the invite to attend a swanky rich kid's school and I got there on the bus. Do you feel loyal to your country of citizenship? Do you consider yourself patriotic? How do you feel about the government of your country? I feel some loyalty, sure, but mostly to the people that live here rather than any nation or governing body. From what I've seen, the people in charge do a pretty piss poor job of taking care of folks. So, people like me step into the gaps. How do you feel about the place you come from? I have some fond memories and there are a lot of people there, good people, that deserve better than what they're getting. As for the scumbags, well, I'm not done with them just yet either. Where is your home town? What was/is it like? The Fens? Everyone knows the Fens. It's the part of town people with nice cars drive quickly through and hope they don't get a flat tire. But, there's lots of everyday folks that just have to live there. I know the whole area pretty darn well at this point, know a good number of the people too. Unfortunately, there's a lot of folks that prey on the weak in that area and despite the best efforts, the streets just don't stay clean. Growing up, were most of the people you knew similar to you, or were you somehow a minority? How did that affect you? Well, I'm a minority ethnically, I guess, but that's not super uncommon in the area I grew up in. There were plenty of immigrants of various strips and people of color in my area. In America, though, I'm considered a minority. Is there something you've always been really good at or really bad at? How has that affected your life? When I was a kid, I was pretty awesome at gymnastics. I know my folks scrimped so I could keep going and there was talk of turning competitive before my folks were killed. The skills, and dedication, I learned there are the foundation of what I do today. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? I was ten when my folks were killed and my dad’s family was in Haiti. Mom didn’t really have any family so I went to foster care, and then I ended up on the streets. So I guess, D, all of the above. Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. When I was little - I mean, little-little, my dad used to toss me in the air so high and I would laugh and laugh. He would call me ‘little bird’ because I was flying, also the whole name thing. What… did you want the story about how the baby sitter and I were eating pizza when the officers showed up? Or that I the smell of pizza still makes my stomach clench? Sure, I could tell you about that, but honestly, I'd rather talk about how they lived. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? Well, when I was thirteen, I decided to leave my mediocre foster home and take to the streets in search of the justice my parents were denied - and to keep any other families from feeling the same sort of loss that I’ve known. At least, according to my new teachers, this was a bonehead move. Personally, I have no regrets. Where did you go to school? How much school did you have, and did you enjoy it? My folks died when I was ten and until that point I was a decent student. It was pretty easy and I didn’t mind going. I wasn’t any sort of over-achiever. After they died and I started getting bounced around foster homes, it gets more spotty until when I took off, I just stopped going. Now I’m in a prep school with a bunch of super powered rich kids. So. That’s a thing. Do you have any mementos of your childhood? What are they, and why did you keep them? If you have none, why not? I do. I don’t have a lot and they’re pretty precious because of it. I have the stuffed animal I’ve had forever and a few pictures that I keep in a plastic bag so they don’t get wet or gross or anything. I wear my parents wedding bands on a chain around my neck. I got to keep those and haven’t had any place safe to put them. They’re not worth much - they’re just gold bands - but they’re priceless to me. When did you decide to become a hero? Why? Did anyone influence you one way or another in the decision? When I realized that there were more people than just me who were losing people they loved. I can’t bring my folks back but, someday, I’m going to find the people who killed them and put them in jail for it. In the meanwhile, if I stop just one kid from losing their mom or dad, it’s totally worth it. Is the reason you give people for becoming a hero different than your real reason? If so, why? I don’t really talk about why I do what I do in general but its no secret. I want to help people and I do it with my fists. It’s pretty straightforward as far as motives go. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? Nope. Not really. Do you represent yourself as being different from who you really are? Why? Other than the whole putting on a mask thing, no. What you see is generally what you get. I don’t really go to a whole lot of effort to hide my ethics or morals. I also may not be the best at hiding my opinions when someone fails to measure up to my standards. If you do have these secrets, what do you fear would happen if the truth became known? How far would you go to protect those secrets? But I don’t have those sorts of secrets so it’s not something I have to worry about. Hell, I don’t even have people who I love who I need to really lock down the secret identity for. If I managed to get myself killed, it’d probably be a school employee that had to figured out what to do with my body, depressing as that is. Do you have any sort of criminal record? If so, is it public knowledge? They have to have caught you for you to have a record. My whole robin hood antics are known in the Fens but generally the cops appreciate my alter ego enough that I haven’t been arrested for beating up hoodlums. Of course, it probably helps that I don’t stick around either. Family What are your biological parents' names? Jean Daniel Chevalier was my father’s name and my mother’s was Aina Olafsdotter. I don’t think she had a middle name. Were you raised by them? If not, please explain and describe who raised you. I was raised by my parents until they were killed when I was ten. After that, I’ve had a couple of foster homes that I was moved in and out of until I ended up on the streets. What was their standing in the community? What did/do they do for a living? They were working class. My dad did something in a factory and my mom cleaned houses off the books. Where are your parents now? Buried in Lantern Hill. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? We stayed in the same small apartment my whole life until they died. If there was another place we lived, I was too little to remember it. How did you get along with their parents? How do you get along with them now (if applicable). I never met my grandparents. Dad’s folks were in Haiti and mom’s folks were dead, I think. She didn’t talk about them much. How do your parents view you now, or how would they? They’re dead so… If they were alive I’d hope they’d be proud. I think they’d just be sad, though. I’m pretty sure playing bullet-tag with bad guys was not the sort of dreams they had for my life. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what are their names? Describe your relationship with them. I was an only child, so none. It’s probably a good thing really. It’s hard enough to keep myself fed on the streets. What was your birth order in the family? First, last and only. Where are your siblings now (if applicable)? Do they have families of their own? What do they do? Not applicable. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? They don’t exist so not applicable. Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? There’s just me now and I loved both my parents. I really miss them. Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? There’s no one I know that’s still alive. Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? If so, please explain. I suppose I could be the black sheep. The whole homeless vigilante thing is new for the family history. Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, please explain, including how it has affected your life. Not that I’m aware of. Neither of my folks talked much about their extended family. It was really just us when I was growing up. Do you have a partner and children currently? If so, please describe them. Dude. I’m sixteen and I lived on the streets. No. Neither. If you do not have a partner or children, do you want them someday? How firm are you in your opinion on this, and what might change your mind? Sure. Maybe. I guess? I don’t know. Most of the time I think I’m going to be surprised if I make it to eighteen. It’s not that I have a death wish… I just don’t really find myself unduly bothered by the potential that I might die. Of course, if I mention that, I think I’m going to get a lot more Claremont therapy sessions. What type of person would be your ideal mate? Strong. Reliable. Brave. Bulletproof would be a real plus. I have a lot more on my mind than looking for a date to prom though. Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, please describe them, and how you came to be close to them. I have a lot of people I know in the Fens. I try to look out for the folks there and sometimes they try to return the favor but I don’t really like letting people get to close. Do you have a best friend? If so, how did they become your best friend? How close are you to your best friend? I don’t have a best friend. It’s okay. Keeping folks at an emotional distance is really better for everyone. If you were to go missing, who would worry about you? One of my teachers now, I guess. I like to think that one of the people I’ve helped, one of the folks I know would wonder if I never showed up again but I don’t think they’d be super surprised. Especially the ones who I’ve bled on their couch or something. Have you lost any loves? If so, how did it happen, and what did you do? No, I’ve never had a date let alone a ‘love’, great or small. I’m assuming my parents don’t count as we’ve gone over how well I’ve coped with that. Do you have any bitter enemies? If so, please describe them and their history with you. Anyone or anything in the Fens that’s decided to prey on the helpless that I’ve managed to stumble across. I’ve beaten them stupid and dropped them on the front step of the police station. It is not a hobby that makes a whole lot of friends with the criminal element and I get shot at perhaps more than is healthy for a normal person but its totally worth it. If you have enemies, how do you think they might attempt to work against you in the future? I welcome the day they try to come after me en masse. I’ll take them all on! What is the worst thing someone has done to you? ….Killed my parents. And someday they’re going to pay for it. Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? With those who need my help. Unconditionally and at any cost. I have a particular love for the Fens but really, any innocent that’s suffering will have my immediate attention. Who or what do you trust the most? Why? Me. Because I’m all that I can rely on to be there. Who or what do you despise? Why? Bullies. People who prey on those weaker than themselves. Because… it’s just not fair. It’s wrong! Like, if you want to come after me, sure, fine. I can take care of myself. But there are a lot of people who can’t and they shouldn’t be punished because they’re not hard. They should be protected. What qualities do you admire most in other people? Are these qualities you possess? Kindness. Compassion. Innocence. I’d like to think so… but, I’m pretty far from gentle these days. I can be kind. I have compassion. I don't think I can claim innocent anymore. What qualities do you hate most in other people? Do you have any of those qualities? Cruelty. Greed. Unthinking callousness. I try really hard to be better than the people I fight but I’m only human and honestly sometimes the line between justice and vengeance gets too paper thin for me. Do you have a secret identity? If so, who knows it? Do you hide it from people who are close to you? Why? I have a secret identity. Robin Chevalier isn’t connected to the vigilante Nighthawk. Mostly so that the few allies I do have, the people I help, they don’t ever get pressured to turn me in because they don’t know who I am either. Do you work well on teams and in groups? Are you a leader or a follower? I’ve never worked with a group, I’ve always been a solo act. I tend to be fairly decisive in a conflict and I’ve been called impatient. It probably depends on the makeup of the group. If people are used to following, I might end up a leader for lack of slowing down. Are you on a super team? If so, how do you get along with your comrades? Do you trust them, or do you have secrets from them? I am not. I’m a student at Claremont and I hardly know anyone just yet. I trust them to a point but I need to know someone can handle themselves in the real world before I’d trust them to have my back. Are you a member of any church, fraternal organization, club, committee, political party, or other group? How much time do you spend on that? No, I’m not. If I’m not trying to stay on top of not flunking out of Claremont, I’m back in the Fens where I belong. There’s no time for ‘hobbies’. Personality & Beliefs Who are your heroes? Well, I tend to root for the home team, so to speak. The heroes that have prowled the Fens, attempting to even the scales for the people who need them the most. Folks like Wail, Grimalkin, Avenger… the vigilantes who tried to push back the tide. Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? Not disillusioned, no, but sometimes I wish one of Freedom City’s heroes could have been there the night my parents needed them… I get that even the greatest heroes can’t be everywhere at once but, still, there’s clearly a need. I aim to do my best to fill it. Do you like being a hero? If so, what is the most rewarding part? If not, what makes you keep doing it? I don’t know if I like it so much as I need it. I was aimless and angry before I found a purpose - something to channel my grief into. Its not the sort of huggy-touchy feeling thing that the counselors think is ‘best’ but it works for me. It gives me focus and direction. Is there anything that would make you give up hero work, or even switch sides? I can’t really imagine stopping. Maybe someday I’ll give it all up for a picket fence and two kids and a dog… Yeah, probably not. This is who I am. As to switching sides… no. Never. Not for anything in the wide world or beyond. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? I am hoping that this Claremont thing is going to be paying off and I’ll be seeing some real growth in the skills I actually care about. If I haven’t noticed a major difference, I’ll be out of here. Every moment that I’m here, I’m not in the Fens where I at least know how to do some good. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? I have no idea. Have found out who killed my parents and have thumped them into submission before delivering them to a permanent stay in prison. After that… Maybe I’ll go see where my dad grew up? Honestly, I mostly hope that I am BETTER at smacking around bad guys and have turned the Fens into a beautiful utopia where no one goes hungry or gets shot for drug money. I’ll probably be dead though. What is your greatest fear? Why? What do you do when something triggers this fear? That someone will need me and I won’t make it in time. That there will be someone else weeping in the city that I could have helped but I didn’t. It’s what pushes me to train harder, be faster. Be better. Is there anything you would give you life for? My therapist at Claremont would like there to be less things that I’d be willing to give my life for. I think he feels I might be de-valuing my time on Earth or something. Whatever. How do you feel about money and material wealth? Do you desire it or disdain it? Are you miserly with what you have, or do you like to share? Is it a mark of success, or a means to an end? That I wish it was more evenly distributed, mostly. I’d have more regular meals and probably better clothes if I kept more of the pocket money that I lift off of drug lords and gang bangers but there’s a lot of people who need it more than I do. I get by. How do you generally treat others? It depends on whether they’re a normal person or a bad guy. I try to see where other folks are coming from, and help where I can. Bad guys, though, mostly with the punching. Why no, I don’t have trouble with morally grey areas much. Why do you ask? Are you a trusting person? Has your trust ever been abused? No, unfortunately, I am not. I am a kind person, I think. I try to be, and I will treat people with respect but my trust - that has to be earned. Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Do you have a lot of self-confidence? I’m introverted and used to being alone for long stretches of time. I find crowds and enforced social activities wearing but, honestly, I have a fair amount of confidence. I just am not a people person. How do you act around attractive, available members of your preferred sex? I probably treat them like a friend until they assume I’m not interested and date someone who’s better socially adjusted to being a teenager. Or at least more overt in their affections. And then I am full of vague regret but no additional understanding of how to prevent that from happening in the future. My particular history has not led to a really well rounded set of social skills. Unless they happen to be obviously flirting with me. Then I bounce between being awkward and acting stoic, both of which are super fun on the inside let me tell you. What are your most annoying habits? Starting a fight before the rest of my companions have decided engaging the enemy is a good idea probably. Do you feel contempt for any general category of people? Who are they, and why? Is this the question to find out if I’m racist? I hope I’m not racist… I only feel contempt for people based on their activities and not on any more broad strokes category. I do kind of think people who tip poorly are scum bags. Does that count? What is your favorite food? Do you prefer any particular type of food? Do you take the time to enjoy your food, or do you eat as fast as you can? My favorite food is anything that I have gotten my hands on, especially if it didn’t come out of a garbage can. Regardless, I eat it as fast as I possibly can because stomachaches are better than having it taken away. What is your favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? Water. Clear, clean, fresh water. What is your favorite treat (dessert)? Ice cream. Oh, man. When I was little, my folks would take me to the ice cream parlor around the corner from our house for their Tuesday night special deals. That was the best ice cream in the world, no lie. Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? Uhm, I’m not sure if the whole ‘didn’t come out of a garbage can’ didn’t clue you in but I’ve not been in a position to be super picky for a long, damn time. What is your favorite color? Are there any colors you dislike? I like red a lot. My mom read this book on how primary colors help develop infant eye stimulation and… long story short, there was a lot of red in my bedroom growing up. What sort of music do you like? Is there any that you hate? There’s a lot of music I like. I like pop, honestly, and hip hop. I’ve always been tempted by people dancing in clubs but I wouldn’t really fit in. If you have a favorite scent, what is it? I like the smell of rain in the city. Or lemons. I dunno what soap my mom used but our laundry always smelled like fresh lemons when she was done. I keep looking but I haven’t been able to find it. Do you have a favorite animal? Not really… Dogs, I guess. What is your most treasured possession? Why? The few reminders I have of happier times. Because it helps me find the strength to keep on going. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? Who enjoys roughing it? I have trouble, I admit, sleeping in Claremont beds and adjusting. I’m used to a different life but anyone who sneers at creature comforts has probably never gone truly without for any long stretch of time. Hot water is nice. Food is nice. Not getting rained on when you would like to be sleeping is nice. Is there a job or a task you would absolutely refuse to do? Well, I wouldn’t hunt big game animals for their ivory or kill someone for money. But, I’m not going to wring my hands about scrubbing a toilet or doing the dishes. There’s a scale that I really feels needs to be applied here. Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? If so, how do your beliefs affect your life?How important is it to you? When I was little, we used to do the church thing on Sundays but I haven’t been in years. Frankly, I’m mostly in the ‘doubt if God exists’ and if He does, I am really, really pissed at him. Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? The church thing was more my Dad’s doing than Mom’s although she went. If you belong to a religious organization, how often do you attend? Do you have a specific place of worship, or friends within the organization? How much do you agree with the beliefs of your organization? I’m very much non-practicing these days. Could you kill? Have you killed? I try very hard not to kill. I get that punching someone is not all roses and giggles. I’ve not killed. I hope I wouldn’t ever but I don’t think I’ve ever been pushed to that point for all that I’ve gone through. What circumstances led to you forming that conviction, or taking that action? All that separates me from a common thug is my moral compass. Take away that and I’m just another monster from the Fens. My morals may be the most precious thing I own. Are there circumstances under which you believe it is permissible to kill? What are they? I don’t know. If I didn’t have a choice and there was someone else’s life on the line, maybe. I wouldn’t kill to protect myself. I can’t say I know wouldn’t kill to protect someone else. Some things you really can’t know about yourself until you’re there, looking at the line in the sand. How would you react to watching someone kill another person? Would your reaction be different if the killer was a friend or an enemy of yours? Well, yeah it would be different. If someone kills an enemy that was just about to take me out, I’d disapprove but have less of the moral high ground, so to speak. If a bad guy killed someone I actually cared about, well, it wouldn’t be pretty. I wouldn’t go all eye for an eye but I might take it upon myself to leave them without a square inch of unbruised skin. How would you react if something important was stolen from you? I’d be pissed. And considering how few things I have that I value, I’d also be sad. If I could, I would try to get it back. If someone took it just to hurt me, though, I’d probably hit them in the face. How would you react to public humiliation? I’m in high school. Public humiliation is probably inevitable. I try not to let things that hurt me show on my face. Never give ‘em the satisfaction. Not worth tossing someone a beating just because they’re a jerk to me in general. How would you react if a good friend or relative were purposely or accidentally killed? Has it happened to you? Well, poorly, if you look at the whole parents-murdered-turned-vigilante. Since I can’t turn vigilante a second time, I’d just hunt them down and make them pay for it. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Murder. Because human lives can’t be brought back. You can recover from pain, you can recover from trauma. Most people don’t recover from an acute case of death. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what five things would you do in those remaining hours? I’d spend it in the Fens. Spending the last day of my life what has always given it the most meaning. Career & Training Do you have any special training in your hero skills? If so, where and how did you get it? The whole gymnast background helps. I mean, I was in good shape going into it but mostly its been trial and error. A whole lot of trial and some really painful errors. So, I’m at Claremont now to try the whole ‘proper training’ route but if that all goes poorly, I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Not dead yet, at least. Who taught you the most about your heroing abilities? What was your relationship with that person? Well, there was gym coach. Big Russian dude named Piotr who mostly barked orders about training at the classes I went to. Brusque and demanding but he got results and the attitude never bothered me. Other than that, I’ve mostly learned that I want to avoid things that puncture my skin and when you’re fighting for real, there are no such things as ‘cheap moves’. Do you have any particularly unusual skills? How did you acquire them? I’m pretty good at picking things up and faking it. So, that’s been a help and that’s not so much a skill as a knack for LOOKING skilled. The closest thing I have in training is the whole acrobatic, tumbling background and that’s surprisingly helpful. I got that when I was a kid, gonna go pro, the whole nine yards. I’ve picked up a bit of stuff on the streets for breaking into places, boosting cars… No, I mean in the pursuit of bad guys! Not for kicks, jeez. Do you do something besides hero work for a living? Have you ever done anything else, or do you plan to? I’ve never done anything else and it doesn’t pay the bills - hence the living on the streets. I dunno if the Claremont thing is really going to change the course of my life all that much but at the moment, I really have no marketable skills. Well, none I would sell. I could probably be a decent bodyguard at this point, if one was willing to hire a sixteen year old to do that. What is your preferred combat style? Anything goes, whatever works and jabbing your thumb in someone’s eye is always acceptable. I don’t have any formal training but I am getting very good at applying my fist to various parts of another person’s anatomy. Have you ever received any awards or honours? I have not. What skill areas would you like most to improve in? Is there anything you can't do that you wish desperately you could? I want to sneak better. And be better at finding people that I’m looking for. I constantly want to improve on what I am. How do you act around people who are more skilled than you in areas you'd like to improve? Are you jealous, or do you try and learn? I generally try and learn although I can be an impatient student when I get frustrated with my own limitations. It’s almost always self focused then. I don’t begrudge people their skills or experience. Though, I admit, when the roles are reversed, I can grow frustrated with a person’s lack of experience. Especially if it puts them or others in danger. Lifestyle & Hobbies What is a normal day for you? How do you feel when something interrupts this routine? Before I came to Claremont, I spent my days catching naps here and there between trying to scrounge up food and sometimes tracking down news of people I was looking for, or folks that might need help. Now that I’m doing the school thing, there’s a lot more structure. On the weekends, though, nothing’s keeping me out of the Fens. As to the disruptions, I'm kind of used to having no set schedule, it's the whole structured day that's weird to me. Do you have any hobbies, or interests outside hero work? What are they, and where did you pick them up? Not really. It’s kind of an all-the-time sort of thing although there’s some muttering at Claremont that I may end up with some proscribed ‘student activities’. I blame the therapist. What do you do for fun? Sometimes I hang out on top of one of those nightclubs and listen to the music thump in between waiting for a drug deal to go down in the back alley… What? That’s fun. I have lots of fun. Do you have a costume? What does it look like? I have a costume. Ish. I have an old black t-shirt that I poked some eyeholes in for a mask and there’s this shirt with a bird on it that I wear under my jacket… It’s not like every Christmas, the League flies over the city, dropping brand new costumes onto all the little heroes who have been very good this last year. How do you normally dress when not in costume? I don’t wear the shirt on my head for a mask. Other than that, its pretty much the same faded jeans, patched jacket attire. It’s not the best separation but its not like I do that much as Robin these days. What do you wear to bed most nights? …the same thing… I sleep on rooftops in my clothes. Because that way I still have clothes when I wake up. Do you wear any special jewelry? What is it, and what does it look like? I have my mom and dad’s wedding bands on a chain around my neck. They’re simple gold bands with worn inscriptions on the inside. I keep it on since I don’t really trust it to be there if I take it off. Do you have a special place where you keep your valuables? Around my neck. In my backpack. On me as much as possible and when I have to stash the backpack, I put it someplace that its hard to reach so I have a damn good chance of it not going wandering off in someone else's possession. What's your preferred means of local travel? How about long distance? I’m usually taking public transportation. Sometimes inside the bus, sometimes on the roof. In a real emergency, I’ll hotwire a car but I always put it back! Miscellaneous Have you ever made a will, or tried to make arrangements for your death? What provisions did you make? No, I don’t have any possessions that need to be taken care of, nor any next of kin to notify. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? Well, that’s a creepy question. My dental records maybe? I don’t imagine it much matters one way or another if my head’s been pasted into a fine red mist though. What would you like to be remembered for after your death? For helping people. I think if I had a gravestone, I’d want it to read. “Robin Chevalier. She tried.” Do you believe you pose a threat to the public? Why or why not? No, I think I do a hell of a lot more good than harm. I actually help people. That's more than a lot of folks can say. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? My morals, my willingness to try even if its not always the best or most effective route, at least I put myself out there. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? I’m impatient. I’m driven. I’m pretty sure a legit education would probably make my life easier. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice… Look, kid, you’ve got the heart of a lion, but if you don’t find some sort of balance, you’re going to end up in a shallow grave. I know that you’re kind of okay with right now, but it’s the last thing your parents would have wanted. Being a hero is great. It’s who you are at this point, but just because you buried the people you love doesn’t mean you crawl in the grave with them.

Nighthawk Power Level: 10/12 (171/204PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 33PP In Brief: Fens Street Vigilante given a free ride at Claremont Academy (Or... what if Bruce Wayne had been poor and female!) Residence: Claremont Academy (Formerly a runaway) Base of Operations: The Fens Catchphrase: "Yeah, it's a crappy part of town but its my crappy part of town." Alternate Identity: Robin Chevalier Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student, Former Street Rat Affiliations: Family: Deceased / Foster kid runaway Description: Age: 16 (DoB: October 30, 1999) Apparent Age: Same Gender: Female Ethnicity: Biracial (African American / Caucasian) Height: 5'5" Weight: 145 lbs. Eyes: Grey Hair: Black Robin is built like a gymnast or athlete although it's usually hidden in baggy, tattered clothes. Her dark curly hair is braided back or, when loose, stuffed under whatever second-hand cap she can find. Her worn leather jacket is well loved and has been patched more that once but its her most common accessory. As Nighthawk, she wears a black fabric mask that covers her hair and the upper half of her face. It was cobbled together from a black t-shirt and a ragged shirt under her leather jacket marked with a bird in flight and steel-toed boots. Power Descriptions: Nighthawk has no overt powers. She's a world class athlete and gymnast and a self-taught hand to hand combatant with two years of street fighting experience. The fact that she's accomplished so much on her own is remarkable but as far as anyone knows or has tested, it comes from no supernatural source just an uncanny natural ability and a dogged determination for justice that earned her a spot at Claremont academy. History: Robin's early life was a happy one. Her family wasn't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination but they were making ends meet in the Fens and working towards a better future. Although there wasn't much in the way of disposable income, her parents set just enough aside that she could take classes; tumbling, acrobatics, gymnastics. Robin had a real talent for it and although she did well in school, her heart was in the sport and it was clear she had a potential future in it. By the time she was ten, there was serious talk of turning competitive and perhaps eventually, taking a run at the Olympics. However that life, and all of those plans, were derailed the night her parents never came home from their date night. Despite her efforts, Robin's run down only the vaguest of details, that they were shot and robbed on their way back home. With her parents dead and no next of kin, Robin was shuttled into foster homes. Her foster-care wasn't bad, but it wasn't spectacular. Overcrowded and ill equipped, Robin's anger had no productive outlet and she became problematic for her care givers. She got into fights at school and at home that she lost more often than she won. Robin could have gone down a very dark path indeed but when lurking in the alley that had claimed her parents life, perhaps hoping for some illumination, she chanced on another robbery in progress. At last, her anger had an outlet. Driven by sorrow and rage, and backed with years of hard-won strength and nimbleness, she drove off the attacker. It gave Robin a sense of purpose. She couldn't bring her parents back, but she could try to keep anyone else from feeling that loss. That night, Robin left home for good, haunting the streets as a pint-sized vigilante at night and training during the day harder than she'd ever trained before. It's been two years since she began her self-appointed watch and she'd still be in the Fens but for an offer from the Claremont headmaster. It's no surprise that Nighthawk's efforts resonate with someone who once wore the cowl of Raven but without proper training, Robin's flirting with an early grave for all of her potential. As for Robin, she's been told that Claremont might have the sort of resources to help her find the men that killed her parents. The regular meals and hot showers don't hurt though. Personality & Motivation: Robin's claimed the Fens as her own and it bothers her to be away even though she's well aware that the offer of 'unique teaching' that Claremont can provide is something she is in desperate need of. She's used to being on her own and comfortable with the odd life she'd carved out. The attempt to return to even Claremont-normal teenage life is a bizarre experience and it discomfits her, although Robin does her best not to betray that particular weakness. She's more comfortable in what she knows, which at this point is generally fighting or looking for someone to fight. Still, she has a lot more potential than just her fists, she's canny and cunning and learning to use those as weapons in the same way she's learned to use her fists. Justice and a need to protect those that can't protect themselves are very much her driving goals but she still has a short-sided view of how to accomplish it. Powers & Tactics: Robin is a world-class athlete - fast, strong and sturdy and backed with an iron-will to push herself past her limits. In a fight, Robin relies on her fists as they've always been the one weapon she can count on. Her style is a mix-mashed hodge podge of quick strikes and she's entirely willing to use every dirty trick she has at her disposal to win. Any fight you can walk away from is perfectly fair. Robin's willing to toe-to-toe slug fest it out but she's also comfortable with cutting and running to strike from a higher vantage point and will exploit her acrobatic experience to gain the advantage. She's no mindless scrapper, though. Robin's very smart and although she's not had proper school in years, she has a knack for picking up information and odd skills. Her background on the streets has left her with a unique skill set. Robin knows the Fens like the back of her own hand. Further, she has the advantage of having been an active street level hero before her time at Claremont. Complications: Impoverished: Robin has nothing of her own but her clothing, not even bus fare. She's got all the skills TO steal but unless its for survival, its against her moral code. It's a hard knock life and having no family or pocket money isn't exactly helping her outsider status. Justice: She can't let go of what happened to her parents and its an ever burning need. Although the trail is long cold, if Robin can find a thread of who might have done it, she's going to have to follow it to the ground. On top of that, her parents have been tied to the Fens and the fact that she's left it 'undefended' bothers her regularly. Sometimes the draw is too hard to resist. Experienced: Sometimes experience isn't a good thing. Robin can be impatient with exercises that she feels are less than helpful or, worse, that she already knows. Yes, her school of hard knocks has its perks but it also has its draw backs and sometimes its harder to unlearn something to learn how to do it properly. Abilities: 20 + 20 + 20 + 12 + 8 + 10 = 90 PP Strength: 30 (+10) Dexterity: 30 (+10) Constitution: 30 (+10) Intelligence: 22 (+6) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 20 (+5) Combat: 20 + 20 = 40PP Initiative: +10 Attack: +`10 Melee, +10 Ranged Grapple: +20 Defense: +10 (+10 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +10 Flat-Footed Knockback: -5 Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 5 = 6PP Toughness: +10 (+10 Con, +0 [Other]) Fortitude: +10 (+10 Con, +0) Reflex: +10 (+10 Dex, +0) Will: +10 (+4 Wis, +6) Skills: 32R = 8PP Acrobatics 4 (+14) Climb 4 (+14) Disable Device 4 (+14) Escape Artist 4 (+14) Gather Information 8 (+13) Stealth 4 (+14) Survival 4 (+8) Feats: 21PP Attractive Beginner's Luck Blind-Fight Chokehold Contacts Eidetic Memory Elusive Target Endurance Evasion x 2 Hide in Plain Sight Improvised Tools Instant Up Interpose Jack of All Trades Luck Power Attack Takedown Attack 2 Ultimate Save (Will) Well Informed Powers: 2 + 2 + 3 = 7PP Leaping 1 (x2 Running 40', Standing 20', High 10'; Power Feat: Innate ) (Training) [2 PP] Speed 1 ( 10 MPH, Power Feat: Innate ) (Cosmic) [2 PP] Super Movement 1 ( Slow Fall, Power Feat: Innate ) (Training) [3 PP] Drawbacks: (-1) = -1PP Drawback Impoverished; [-1PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (90) + Combat (40) + Saving Throws (6) + Skills (8) + Feats (21) + Powers (7) - Drawbacks (1) = 171/204 Power Points