Roy Harper

I have resigned DCNation, but one of the mods has actually "Denied", in their own words, my resignation. My resignation post have been deleted from OOC. So much for RL comes before game, huh?

ESPECIALLY in light of a response like this, I HAVE resigned. My canon characters are up for adoption, I am taking my journals with me, and my OCs as well.

I don't want to speak of this anymore. I love you guys, you all still have my friendship if you want it, and I hope all the best for the comm as a whole.

I've been in search of MALE natural redheads, which let me tell you, is incredibly hard to do. After a long search I came up with this guy:



The rest of them are here.

SO.

I'm de-friending everyone on this journal but those that I'm still going to be gaming with. There's just too many journals and I haven't a clue who is where. Here's what I need from you:

If you'll be RPing with me, or just really want me to keep reading your LJ/pup's LJ, REGARDLESS of whether you're at a game I am currently at or not, let me know, either here, AIM, email, whatever.

I'm doing this to cut down my own confusion, and cut back on my reading queue if it's not necessary character info I need. So please, no one take this personally, and if you want on, just tell me so.

(OOC, but absolutely Roy's answers with some mun tampering.)

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Guess who isn't celibate anymore. Yeah. Uh-huh. Lost your chance now, Dickie-boy.

Also, I have a secret. You wanna know, don't you? I bet you do. Who's laughing now? Haha.

All in good time.

Roy closes his eyes for a moment and listen to them talk. We're on vacation, damn it. And no powers was a rule.

Once he got their names, he stepped away and called 911. "Hi, this is Roy Harper. My id number is 4111-b-69. Yes, Arsenal. I need local law enforcement and a haz-mat team at this address. We have a large meth lab and several armed suspects. Yes, I'll wait for you to transfer me...."

Plagues suck ass. Just for the record.

It's kind of like that Steven King novel where people start dying in the streets. it's freaking creepy man.

Lian is working at the Tower. Running errands and moving supplies. I figure that's the safest place to be. And she can help. Work out some of that frustration about being helpless. I remember that feeling. That was why I got started on the H back in the day.

I'm helping the locals in Frisco. I have a bit of a headache, but nothing major. Lian and I both come from Savage stock so their no telling how this will work.

My love goes out to the crew. Anything I can do to help, let me know.

Cosmic stuff like this is usually beyond me. I'm a guy on streets cape. Maybe I can make a small difference.

It weird to think of Dick being gone.

I'm trying to do his role. I'm saying the things he used to say and replacing my name with Wally. Wow, no wonder he was always so annoyed with me.

During a lull in the games, Roy writes a letter to his daughter. He folds the note and slips it in his bag. If something bad happens, Ollie will find it and deliver it.

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I've never done so many push-ups in my life. God, I hope Ollie and Conner can get Lian back. I've had a bad feeling about this since I heard Cheshire kidnapped her. If Diana's life weren't at stake, I'd be on her trail, love curse or not.

More push-ups. Try not to think what Lian might be going through.