Post by Bane on Jan 27, 2013 4:35:21 GMT -5
Barbara,Oracle Gordon
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Full Name: Barbara Eileen Gordon
Nicknames: Barb, Babs, Red
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: Gotham
Origin: Darkhorse Comics
Play-By: Dina Meyers
Height: 5”7
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Wheelchair, usually wears comfortable/casual clothes
Powers/Abilities She’s paralyzed from the waist down, but is skilled with eskrima fighting sticks, firearms, and batarangs. Babs has a genius-level intelligence, a photographic memory and an expert hacker. Despite being disabled, she’s quite capable, physically, and having a wide knowledge base of information that she may disperse.
Team Affiliation: N/A
Personality: An educated female with a low tolerance for crap. A touch of softness for good humor and a clever mind, as well a witty tongue. She’s not without reason, but tries to keep herself as a strictly business kind of girl.
Family: James Gordon (Adoptive father), Eileen (Adoptive mother), Marvin (Brother)
Marital status: Single
History: Barbara had the ambitions quite unlike the other young girls in her childhood. To become a super-hero. An eagerness, perhaps obsession, with the caped crusader known as Batman. A great deal of her time went towards sketching and re-sketching her own costume idea’s, hours and days towards her goal.
At age 13, her parents were both killed, her father drunk at the wheel. So she and her younger brother were entrusted to the care of their uncle, James Gordon, the commissioner, who became as good a father to them as any.
Babs was 18 when she was Batgirl, and it had only been a year before she’d lost the title. The Joker had come to her house, likely with the intentions of meeting James Gordon at the door, but instead was presented with a red haired youth. He shot her, but didn’t kill her. It paralyzed her from the legs down.
But Barbara was never destine to be helpless. Now bound to a wheelchair, she trained herself further to accommodate her situation, building her upper body strength and assuring her own use. She became, from then on, known as the Oracle, and no one would question her abilities, not even Batman.
Sample Post: She pumped the wheels of her chair, rolling through the door that a kind citizen had paused a moment to hold open for her, before letting it skid to a stop as it closed behind her. She thanked him, and ordered from the counter, before setting herself at a lone table by the window.
She was supposed to be meeting someone here soon. A young girl, fresh out of highschool and into the crime fighting business already. And it was messy business. Just look at the state of Babs now. She’d give anything to be able to use them. Well. She’d give most things to use them again.
Stephanie Brown. She had no idea how she looked or what she was like at all, but they were to discuss things. Secret things. In this lovely little café. It was a favorite of Babs, they sold a cranberry muffin there, and though she probably shouldn’t even be having one, she always took a little step out of line and bought a second.
They were good… She adjusted her glasses with one hand, and with the other, lifting a muffin to her mouth to take a bite.
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