DC: Year One
History: For the most part she’s like Dick Grayson, just everything happens just a few years later in her timeline she’s 14 when her parents are murdered, while she’s forced to watch from the ground. She spends a year in foster care before she decides enough’s enough and searches for the person that killed her parents.
What are your plans: For now I would like to see her learn to trust elders again, and I would love to play off the mentor student mentality for Bats and Robin. She’ll be barely 16 and though she has a foster fam, it would be fun to see her forge a new foster fam worth keeping.
Sample: Rayan wasn’t really snooping when she overheard the owner of the circus yelling at someone, a local hire about drugs found on the premices. Grabbing the practice reigns for the ponies the almost 15 year old knocked over some gear as she scrambled away trying not to be spotted.
“Find out who that was, eliminate them.”
Hours later just before she was about to fill in for the horse trainer, she stood watching her family flying high above the rings, a hand grabbed her arm.
“You’ll want to watch this girl.”
There was a sickening snap from above. Rayan’s world moved in slow motion as she watched, whomever had grabbed her had released her. Knowing it was useless she bolted across the floor throwing herself over the wall of the ring going for the pair that were lying lifeless dead center of center ring.
A year later Rayan was still in Gotham, the foster home she was in was run by a couple that made it clear they just wanted the checks. In a year they had only found out the wires had been cut. Rayan would have been able to tell the cops that after ten seconds of checking the wires. Each night the voice that had spoken to her woke her from the same nightmare, got to the point that she was sneaking out to try to find the owner of the voice.
Tonight had five thugs knocked out hidden away for the cops to find, not that anyone would believe them when they woke, after all a girl lured them out and attacked them? She doubted they would say anything just for the sheer sake of saving their street cred.
Sitting crouched on a rooftop Rayan pulled the hood of the jacket she wore up, the rain has picked up a little, but she stayed still watching the chop shop her next target was in. She blew on her hands to warm them, after this last check she’d have to get back to the foster home, they’d be waking the kids soon to do their morning chores before being sent off to school. She’d probably slip off to the library again to try to catch at least an hour of sleep. Thank god for a free period.
What are your plans: For now I would like to see her learn to trust elders again, and I would love to play off the mentor student mentality for Bats and Robin. She’ll be barely 16 and though she has a foster fam, it would be fun to see her forge a new foster fam worth keeping.
Sample: Rayan wasn’t really snooping when she overheard the owner of the circus yelling at someone, a local hire about drugs found on the premices. Grabbing the practice reigns for the ponies the almost 15 year old knocked over some gear as she scrambled away trying not to be spotted.
“Find out who that was, eliminate them.”
Hours later just before she was about to fill in for the horse trainer, she stood watching her family flying high above the rings, a hand grabbed her arm.
“You’ll want to watch this girl.”
There was a sickening snap from above. Rayan’s world moved in slow motion as she watched, whomever had grabbed her had released her. Knowing it was useless she bolted across the floor throwing herself over the wall of the ring going for the pair that were lying lifeless dead center of center ring.
A year later Rayan was still in Gotham, the foster home she was in was run by a couple that made it clear they just wanted the checks. In a year they had only found out the wires had been cut. Rayan would have been able to tell the cops that after ten seconds of checking the wires. Each night the voice that had spoken to her woke her from the same nightmare, got to the point that she was sneaking out to try to find the owner of the voice.
Tonight had five thugs knocked out hidden away for the cops to find, not that anyone would believe them when they woke, after all a girl lured them out and attacked them? She doubted they would say anything just for the sheer sake of saving their street cred.
Sitting crouched on a rooftop Rayan pulled the hood of the jacket she wore up, the rain has picked up a little, but she stayed still watching the chop shop her next target was in. She blew on her hands to warm them, after this last check she’d have to get back to the foster home, they’d be waking the kids soon to do their morning chores before being sent off to school. She’d probably slip off to the library again to try to catch at least an hour of sleep. Thank god for a free period.