Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2012 12:05:27 GMT -5
~ Non RP Information ~
Your Name: What we can call you? (doesn't have to be your real name, you can give us a screen name or handle.)
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~ Vital Stats ~
Dinah Laurel Lance
Type: Canon
Codename: Black Canary
Aliases: The blonde bombsgell, siu jerk jai, pretty bird
Age: 34
Gender: female
Faction: JLA - for now
Family: Larry Lance (father, deceased), Dinah Drake Lance (Mother deceased), Sin (Adopted daughter), Oliver Queen (Ex-husband), Craig Windrow (Ex-husband)
~ Skills ~
Powers: Born with a meta-gene sonic scream known as the Canary Cry that can shatter glass, bust eardrums, shred metal, and can severely injure, or incapacitate her opponents, even those with super hearing. It can even kikll the normal human if she turned it up high enough but would only do so as a last resort.
Weaknesses:
[/li][li] Despite the Canary Cry, she is still human and can be hurt like one. In addition Her Canary Cry can be used only so long before giving out and needing a rest. Nonstop, only three minutes tops.
[/li][li] Has been known to get overconfident
[/li][li] Has become sloppy from time to time when her anger is out of control
[/li][li] Fear of computers
[/li][li] Can be too compassionate at times and be taken advantage of
Abilities:
[/li][li] One of the best fighters/martial artists on the planet, having been thoroughly trained by more than one teacher, including Ted Grant and Lady Shiva
[/li][li] Quite an adept motorcyclist and daredevil.
[/li][li] Highly knwledgable with plant life
Weapons: N/A
~ Appearance ~
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 142 Lbs
Hair Color: Brunette, dyed blond
Eye Color: Blue
Costume: See the picture
~ Psychological Profile ~
Personality:
Dinah may have the looks of a super model but she is not the lady you want to get in a fight with. She is outspoken when in costume and always ready to do what needs to be done. She will always tell you like it is and will point out what you did wrong. A daredevil, a thrill seeker unafraid to charge in where angels fear to tread. There is alittle she fears or will back dwon from, at times to her own well being if necessary. The sight of other's mistreatment will get her angry quicker than virtually anything else imaginable. The streets and the time away while seeking out various trainers and sensei's have instilled in her the undyuing capacity to continually push & prove herself. Never satisfied with where she is at the moment, skillwise.
When the fishnets come off it's quite a different story. One would have to use a powerful microscope to unturn personality similaritys between the brunette floris during the day and the blond wig wearing bombshell that careens Gotham's dirty streets at night. Dinah Laurel has a heart of gold that stings with the pain of her parents senseless murders. Generous to a fault and maybe a little naive when it comes to matters of the heart, Dinah will ben over backwards and give the shirt off her back to anyone in need when it's within her power to help. She adores the simpler, quieter things in life and is the sentimental sort for almost all intents and purposes.
History:
Growing up, Dinah Lance was surrounded by her mother's friends in the disbanded JSA and looked to them as uncles and aunts. Dinah wished to become a costumed hero like her mother before her. However, instead of encouraging the younger Dinah, her mother forbade it, thinking the world had grown into a darker, more dangerous place than when she herself fought crime, too dangerous for the younger Dinah to succeed.
However, the younger Dinah had her own "Canary Cry" – in this version, the result of a metagene not present in either parent – which she is fully able to control. With this weapon, the younger Dinah next sought out numerous fighters to help her hone her skills, including former JSA member Wildcat. Years of training and intense dedication paid off, and Dinah took on her mother's mantle, even though it was against the elder Dinah's wishes at first. She took an active role in the 'Silver Age' of heroes, operating, like her mother before her, out of Gotham, while maintaining a day job in the family florist business.
Shortly into the League's history, she met Green Arrow (Oliver Queen). While Dinah couldn't stand him at first, they later became romantically involved despite the difference in their ages. Dinah remained a member of the League for roughly six years, including a brief stint with Justice League International (JLI), of which she was a founding member. It was during that time her mother died due to radiation poisoning she experienced during a battle with the villain Aquarius. Her mother's death affected Dinah deeply, and led her to accept her time in the JLA was over.
She moved to Seattle with Green Arrow after the breakup of the Justice League, and would open her own florist shop, named "Sherwood Florist" (the name is a play on Sherwood Forest, the domain of Robin Hood, who Green Arrow (in costume) somewhat resembles).
The move to Seattle with Green Arrow would result in a string of bad luck for the Black Canary. During this period, she took part in a failed operation to bust a drug ring. Kidnapped, Black Canary was tortured before being rescued by Green Arrow. The physical and mental effects of this experience were severe: Dinah's vocal cords were mutilated, resulting in the loss of her Canary Cry. She required extensive counseling afterward, as did Oliver Queen.
Simultaneously, she and Green Arrow would have major conflicts in their relationship. Among other things, she would learn Green Arrow fathered a son, Robert, with Shado (albeit unwillingly), as well as taking money from the business. The relationship would end when Dinah walked in on Green Arrow kissing her florist shop assistant, Marianne. Even more bad luck would hit when Sherwood Florist was destroyed, leaving Dinah with no means of paying the debt collectors now calling.
The worst blows of all would come when she learned from Connor Hawke was yet another of his offspring. Although Dinah and Connor later develop a close friendship, the knowledge that Oliver had kept his existence from her was painful.
Though Black Canary would continue to fight crime off and on (at some point Black Canary became a pen pal of the youthful hero known as The Ray, who had a crush on her, and she participated in some of his adventures, and even had a brief romance), the effects of her misfortunes were taking their toll.
Around the time Dinah's life began to spiral out of control, the former Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, was gravely injured by the Joker. Not one to give up easily, Barbara reestablished a crime-fighting career as Oracle, an information broker to the superhero community. After briefly working with the Suicide Squad, Barbara formed her own covert mission team. Barbara concluded that of all the superheroes, Dinah had the most potential and was most in need of direction. Consequently, Oracle asked Black Canary to become an operative.
Black Canary took to this role with great satisfaction. Feeling a new chapter in her life required a few new changes, Dinah decided to abandon the blonde wig, choosing to bleach her hair blonde. Oracle provides Dinah with an electronic version of the Canary Cry.
Dinah returns to Star City to aid Oliver, Connor, and Mia against Roadblock and Merlyn. During their mission, Dinah rekindles her relationship with Oliver, feeling he has truly changed and all the parts of him she hated are apparently gone. Oliver admits to Dinah many of the changes he made over the last year were for her. Oliver then later proposes to her.
Injustice League plans to attack the wedding. While the attack on the wedding is a failure, Deathstroke remarks it worked a little, despite no one being hurt. During the honeymoon, a blank look suddenly comes over Green Arrow's face, and he goes berserk, trying to kill Dinah. She stabs him in the neck with an arrow, killing him. They later find out that it was not Oliver but a shape shifter.
Ollie is alive and being held captive on Themyscira by the Amazons. While Dinah does not know his whereabouts, she is greatly relieved, and sheds tears of joy. She enlists the aid of Connor Hawke and Mia Dearden to save him, but, just when they seem to be home free, Connor is shot by an unknown assailant. Once they reach the hospital, the group learn the bullet contained a poison which has turned Connor into a mental vegetable.
Soon after, They are married for real, hioneymoon and all. On their return home, they find Connor kidnapped. Following the trail to Britain, Ollie and Dinah are attacked by an armored helicopter. When they it bring it down, they discover the military disguised as aliens within. This is revealed to be a ruse however, and the group later learn that the League of Assassins, under orders of Shado, were the ones who shot Connor.
Being married to Green Arrow brought new challenges & old problems, such as the vigilante stalker Cupid, who is fixated on Green Arrow, and villain Discord, a music teacher, whom Dinah deafened when her Canary Cry ricocheted during the first fight with Dregz. It was eventually discovered and revealed to her that Oliver was guilty of murdering Prometheus. After Green Arrow turns himself in for Prometheus' murder, Dinah visits him in his jail cell and comes to the realization the one thing he wants is to be left alone. She decides that their marriage is over and then removes her wedding ring, leaving it with Oliver. When the Green Arrow goes on trial for the murder of Prometheus she does not attend his trial. They are now legally divorced and Dinah has rejoined the JLA after a brief absence and is a reserve member iof the Birds of Prey, only answering that call during dire emergencies, making the JLA her highest priority as well as solo butt kicking in Gotham.
Rp sample
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag. Feed the birds, that's what she cries, while overhead, her birds fill the skies.[/color] A slightly cooler than normal Saturday morning for this time of year while the brunette florist sat out back behind her flower shop. The long nights of taking as much of the trash off the Gotham City streets as was within her power as possible had caught up with her at last forcing her to come to the unhappy decision of taking a whole day off from the shop just to invest in me time. And she would in spite of her own protests. She couldn't the day go without partaking in her early morning ritual.
The sun had just begun to cast it's rays over Gotham. It was 7 a.m. or close to it as Dinah sat, delicate palms full of wonder bread crumbled to shreds; holding it out for some of the birds to feed directly from the open palm and tossing crumbs to others. It didn't take long for the winged creatures to figure out where their next meal would come from once Dinah had opened for business in downtown Gotham and when it came to animals, she was a born sucker. lacking the heart to simply turn her away and so she found herself here like clockwork about this time, 24/7 as often as possible for spare a few crumbs and fill a bird bath with enough h20 to wash them down with. Besides enjoying the fact that the birds seemed to enjoy coming around, it was one of the few things in life that could help Dinah transition between a long night of shoving her boots up someone's butt cheeks and depriving them of a few teeth to the life of a florist and the daughter of a former police officer and Gotham City detective.
Last night had been routine for the Black Canary since she returned to Gotham and took up her mother's mantle. still getting no closer to the truth about who was behind her parents murders but still managing to find heads with mouths attached just begging Please, oh Please kick my ass I just love the sound of hearing my bones pop and break when you touch me. She could see it etched all over their faces and she was more than willing to give the scumbags and assorted loons exactly what their black hearts desired. Once in awhile it did bring a shudder into her shoulders to think that the hands that now fed the pets she'd adopted each morning, or maybe the other way around, were the same ones that only scant hours before unleashed hell upon anyone from the dark side of this city that dared to cross her path. Those moments of self-doubt were few and far between though. Very far. She couldn't afford them. She was a warrior, a fighter and a good one. It was what she'd spent years training for and there would never be any turning back.
Still lost in the chorus as her melodic voice sang "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins, she stood as the last crumb dropped, brushing her hands, and with her right hand then moving to the small of her back, leaned right and left, backwards and forwards, bending and stretching to loosen up, opting for a jog to the best gym in Gotham City instead of revving up and burning rubber, laying down tread with her corvette. Rest could wait, she was too wound up to wind down just yet. A few hours of working out and she could catch a cab back to her apartment. Clad in a t-shirt and faded Levis, off she went, high top sneakers laced tight and jogging all the way. Next stop: Gotham's finest fitness center.
