terranemo-promo: Gotham has fallen. Gotham City lies on a major fault line, one that has had no activity in years. However the potential for a massive earthquake has been long overdue. Due to the inactivity and age of the buildings, only some have the necessary protection for earthquakes. Most of these protected buildings are founded or funded by Wayne Enterprises. Even Bruce Wayne couldn’t have saved everyone. A major Earthquake has hit Gotham. In the aftermath of the quake, people are dying, terrified and not looking forward for the aftershocks. Gotham is a mess. The government in Washington has declared Gotham a No Man’s Land. No one is allowed in or out. Gothamites are left to save themselves from the darkness that their home city has become.  Terra Nemo Five more bios being released tomorrow Opening May 26th, 2013 || Main || Ask || Characters || Rules || Apply ||
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Gotham has fallen.

Gotham City lies on a major fault line, one that has had no activity in years. However the potential for a massive earthquake has been long overdue. Due to the inactivity and age of the buildings, only some have the necessary protection for earthquakes. Most of these protected buildings are founded or funded by Wayne Enterprises.

Even Bruce Wayne couldn’t have saved everyone.

A major Earthquake has hit Gotham. In the aftermath of the quake, people are dying, terrified and not looking forward for the aftershocks.

Gotham is a mess.

The government in Washington has declared Gotham a No Man’s Land.

No one is allowed in or out.

Gothamites are left to save themselves from the darkness that their home city has become. 

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Five more bios being released tomorrow

Opening May 26th, 2013

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terra-nemo: Barbara Gordon || 25 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open Barbara Gordon spent the early part of her life in Chicago. Her dad was an alcoholic and her mother put up with everything that he did. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was a relationship and they tried to hide the truth from Barbara for most of her life. However she wasn’t blind, she saw how unhappy her father was when he got home from work, how tired he was. When her parents got into a fatal car accident, her life turned around entirely. At 12, almost 13, she moved to Gotham City to live with her Uncle and Aunt who were expecting a baby. The years that followed weren’t easy. Her newly adopted Father and Mother’s relationship was rocky, rockier than even her own parents, but unlike her parents they didn’t hide it from her. By the time she was 15 her Aunt had taken her baby cousin and left her Uncle. By the time she was fifteen, Batman and Robin were protecting the city. Besides James Gordon she had new heroes to look up to. She wanted to do something with her life that made a difference. She wanted to be a hero, and with her adopted father’s constant jokes whenever she mentioned wanting to be a police officer, she realized that she’d have to go about it an entirely different way. For six years she wore the cape and the cowl, for six years she went under a different name. Batgirl. She wasn’t so much Batman’s partner, she was her own hero. She just carried his name. Six years she made a difference in Gotham City. It was a wonderful adventurous life, but it was also a life of lies. In one single night everything that she had grown to love was gone. One bullet to the abdomen. One sick bastard with a painted smile of his face. Now she lives a different life. A life behind a computer. She helps more than just Batman, Nightwing, Robin. She reaches out to the Justice League, the Teen Titans. She’s a much bigger hero than she ever imagined. But she still misses the cape and the cowl.  A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else — I’m me, more me than I have ever been. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy. || Main || Rules || Plot || Ask || Apply ||
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Barbara Gordon || 25 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open

Barbara Gordon spent the early part of her life in Chicago. Her dad was an alcoholic and her mother put up with everything that he did. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was a relationship and they tried to hide the truth from Barbara for most of her life. However she wasn’t blind, she saw how unhappy her father was when he got home from work, how tired he was.

When her parents got into a fatal car accident, her life turned around entirely. At 12, almost 13, she moved to Gotham City to live with her Uncle and Aunt who were expecting a baby. The years that followed weren’t easy. Her newly adopted Father and Mother’s relationship was rocky, rockier than even her own parents, but unlike her parents they didn’t hide it from her. By the time she was 15 her Aunt had taken her baby cousin and left her Uncle.

By the time she was fifteen, Batman and Robin were protecting the city. Besides James Gordon she had new heroes to look up to. She wanted to do something with her life that made a difference. She wanted to be a hero, and with her adopted father’s constant jokes whenever she mentioned wanting to be a police officer, she realized that she’d have to go about it an entirely different way.

For six years she wore the cape and the cowl, for six years she went under a different name. Batgirl. She wasn’t so much Batman’s partner, she was her own hero. She just carried his name.

Six years she made a difference in Gotham City. It was a wonderful adventurous life, but it was also a life of lies.

In one single night everything that she had grown to love was gone. One bullet to the abdomen. One sick bastard with a painted smile of his face.

Now she lives a different life. A life behind a computer. She helps more than just Batman, Nightwing, Robin. She reaches out to the Justice League, the Teen Titans. She’s a much bigger hero than she ever imagined.

But she still misses the cape and the cowl. 

A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else — I’m me, more me than I have ever been. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy.

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terra-nemo: Joker || Unknown || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open No one knows his beginnings. He makes the stories up as he goes along and will often change them if you ask him again. He doesn’t know how he got to be this way, but he’s the way he is and that’s just great, isn’t it? Now, he probably would’ve never come out if there wasn’t this big ol’ Bat flyin’ round the city. Now he and Batman get along swell, even if the Bat likes to beat him a little too much. But Joker has his own fun to get back on him. Generally this fun involves the little sidekicks that Bats brings along with him. The boy blunder or whatever. The last one he blew up and there was hardly anything left of him! Now he’s got a new one, what’s the fun in that? Oh and he nearly drew the Commissioner crazy. Though he has some wonderful pictures of ol’ Jim’s daughter now. Every man can go crazy; it just takes the wrong thing to happen on the wrong day and then snap! They join Joker in the nut house. That’s what he wants the world to see. It’s a fun little game that he and Gotham play. Except Batman seems to nearly always ruin his fun. The spoiled sport. What’s wrong with making people laugh? There’s nothing better than dying from laughter after all. See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum…and one night, one night they decide they don’t like living in an asylum any more. They decide they’re going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight…stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daren’t make the leap. Y’see…y’see, he’s afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea…He says ‘Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I’ll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me!’ B-but the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says… he says ‘What do you think I am? Crazy? You’d turn it off when I was half way across!’ || Main || Rules || Plot || Ask || Apply ||
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Joker || Unknown || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open

No one knows his beginnings. He makes the stories up as he goes along and will often change them if you ask him again. He doesn’t know how he got to be this way, but he’s the way he is and that’s just great, isn’t it?

Now, he probably would’ve never come out if there wasn’t this big ol’ Bat flyin’ round the city. Now he and Batman get along swell, even if the Bat likes to beat him a little too much. But Joker has his own fun to get back on him. Generally this fun involves the little sidekicks that Bats brings along with him. The boy blunder or whatever. The last one he blew up and there was hardly anything left of him! Now he’s got a new one, what’s the fun in that?

Oh and he nearly drew the Commissioner crazy. Though he has some wonderful pictures of ol’ Jim’s daughter now. Every man can go crazy; it just takes the wrong thing to happen on the wrong day and then snap! They join Joker in the nut house. That’s what he wants the world to see. It’s a fun little game that he and Gotham play.

Except Batman seems to nearly always ruin his fun. The spoiled sport. What’s wrong with making people laugh? There’s nothing better than dying from laughter after all.

See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum…and one night, one night they decide they don’t like living in an asylum any more. They decide they’re going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight…stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daren’t make the leap. Y’see…y’see, he’s afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea…He says ‘Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I’ll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me!’ B-but the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says… he says ‘What do you think I am? Crazy? You’d turn it off when I was half way across!’

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terra-nemo: Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson || 23 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open His life was taken away from him when he was eight years olds. Everything that he had known at Haley’s Circus for his whole life was gone. His parents were killed, murdered in an act and he was thrust into the reality of the world. Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, a billionaire named Bruce Wayne was sitting in the audience on the night that John and Mary Grayson when their trapeze wires had snapped. Bruce felt it was his mission to take this boy into his life and train him. From the moment that Dick Grayson became Bruce Wayne’s ward, his entire life changed. His childhood was full of gruesome training, nonstop studying, and learning more about how to be a vigilante. His adolescence was spent wearing scaly hot pants and bright colors that made him stick out like no other compared to the black and grey colors of The Dark Knight himself. Though no matter the training, no matter how many years that he worked under Batman. He wasn’t trusted. Not entirely. Not really. Even outside of Gotham when he worked with the Titans, he wasn’t good enough. Bruce didn’t entirely trust him. He was sick of living under Bruce’s shadow. He was sick of feeling like he was never good enough no matter WHAT he did. So he created a new identity. He left Gotham, he left the Titans, and went to Blüdhaven and entered the police force. Blüdhaven was different than Gotham, but he still visits because Gotham is his home. But he returns as Nightwing, an agent of his own, not an agent of Batman’s. Not all the time, at least. You molded me and taught me, Bruce. For years, I lived under the shadow of The Batman. I wanted to get away, to be my own man. Yet, when I chose a costume and a name, they reflected you. You’re a part of me, Bruce. I can’t deny it. And I don’t want to any longer. I just wanted you to know that. That, and one other thing — I’m proud to have been Robin. || Main || Rules || Plot || Ask || Apply ||
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Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson || 23 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open

His life was taken away from him when he was eight years olds. Everything that he had known at Haley’s Circus for his whole life was gone. His parents were killed, murdered in an act and he was thrust into the reality of the world.

Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, a billionaire named Bruce Wayne was sitting in the audience on the night that John and Mary Grayson when their trapeze wires had snapped. Bruce felt it was his mission to take this boy into his life and train him.

From the moment that Dick Grayson became Bruce Wayne’s ward, his entire life changed. His childhood was full of gruesome training, nonstop studying, and learning more about how to be a vigilante. His adolescence was spent wearing scaly hot pants and bright colors that made him stick out like no other compared to the black and grey colors of The Dark Knight himself.

Though no matter the training, no matter how many years that he worked under Batman. He wasn’t trusted. Not entirely. Not really. Even outside of Gotham when he worked with the Titans, he wasn’t good enough. Bruce didn’t entirely trust him.

He was sick of living under Bruce’s shadow. He was sick of feeling like he was never good enough no matter WHAT he did. So he created a new identity. He left Gotham, he left the Titans, and went to Blüdhaven and entered the police force. Blüdhaven was different than Gotham, but he still visits because Gotham is his home. But he returns as Nightwing, an agent of his own, not an agent of Batman’s. Not all the time, at least.

You molded me and taught me, Bruce. For years, I lived under the shadow of The Batman. I wanted to get away, to be my own man. Yet, when I chose a costume and a name, they reflected you. You’re a part of me, Bruce. I can’t deny it. And I don’t want to any longer. I just wanted you to know that. That, and one other thing — I’m proud to have been Robin.

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terra-nemo: Harvey Dent || 41 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open If Harvey Dent had never become district attorney in Gotham City, he wonders where his life would have led him. Not here, not where he is now. He’s sure of that. His entire life changed when he went after the Falcone family. He thought that he could change Gotham, but that’s the joke isn’t it? No one can change Gotham. Fate is a fickle thing, and fate led him to go after the Falcone family. Bad choice, wrong move, he was the big bad district attorney and no one could touch him! But then they did. After an assassination attempt on him and his wife, that was only the first step. Then there was the trial. Harvey had always had problems with a temper. He didn’t know entirely where it had come from, but he could snap at any given moment. As he had grown older he had gained the ability to control it. However when half of his face was burnt off things changed and he lost his ability to control it anymore. It was him, Harvey, and then there was Two-Face. He’s lost his wife. He’s lost his job. He’s lost his sanity. He’s addicted to having crimes go back to duality, the number two, the number permanently in his split life. Sometimes he manages to suppress Two-Face and become Harvey again, but it’s not very often. Dent wages war on not only Batman, but Gotham City as well. He has become what he was once fighting against, a mob leader.  You believe in the justice system, don’t you, Vernon? You didn’t spend all those years in Law School for nothing, right? Then you know, justice has two sides. Innocent or guilty. Like this coin. One side clean. The other side scarred. || Main || Rules || Plot || Ask || Apply ||
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Harvey Dent || 41 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open

If Harvey Dent had never become district attorney in Gotham City, he wonders where his life would have led him. Not here, not where he is now. He’s sure of that. His entire life changed when he went after the Falcone family. He thought that he could change Gotham, but that’s the joke isn’t it? No one can change Gotham.

Fate is a fickle thing, and fate led him to go after the Falcone family. Bad choice, wrong move, he was the big bad district attorney and no one could touch him! But then they did. After an assassination attempt on him and his wife, that was only the first step. Then there was the trial.

Harvey had always had problems with a temper. He didn’t know entirely where it had come from, but he could snap at any given moment. As he had grown older he had gained the ability to control it. However when half of his face was burnt off things changed and he lost his ability to control it anymore.

It was him, Harvey, and then there was Two-Face.

He’s lost his wife. He’s lost his job. He’s lost his sanity. He’s addicted to having crimes go back to duality, the number two, the number permanently in his split life. Sometimes he manages to suppress Two-Face and become Harvey again, but it’s not very often.

Dent wages war on not only Batman, but Gotham City as well. He has become what he was once fighting against, a mob leader. 

You believe in the justice system, don’t you, Vernon? You didn’t spend all those years in Law School for nothing, right? Then you know, justice has two sides. Innocent or guilty. Like this coin. One side clean. The other side scarred.

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terra-nemo: Harleen Quinzel || 27 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open Harleen Quinzel had always worked hard her whole life to achieve her goals. She managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA throughout college and once she got her doctorate, she thought that her goals had been reached. She was a psychiatrist working in Arkham Asylum, a position that was absolutely to die for. For once in her life she was at peace. Then she got assigned to the Joker. He was the hardest case she had ever dealt with and for most of her coworkers, they would agree. His file was thicker than most books. She went into it expecting something entirely different than she got out of it. She had expected it to be hard. The Joker was a madman, he killed innocent people for no reason, and she was there to study him. It wasn’t an easy task.  However she quickly realized that she was falling in love with him. She didn’t know how and it felt more than crazy, but he made her HAPPY. She laughed with him more than she ever had in her life. She enjoyed his sense of humor and the more that she spoke to him the quicker she believed that Batman was nothing more than a big ol’ bully that picked on her Puddin’. It felt crazy, that was for sure, to defend a murderer. She didn’t see him as a killer, even though he was. She saw him as her Puddin’, her Mistah Jay. She wanted to fight along side him, ‘sides she had some years of gymnastics under her belt. She wasn’t completely useless.  Maybe she was crazy, making a costume to go along with their play on her name. She was crazy to go up against the Big Bad Bat, but she was happy. And she was in love. Of course, she might have to actually convince her Puddin’ to let her come along, but that could come later. It wouldn’t be a problem, right? Never again. No more obsession, no more craziness, no more Joker. I finally see that slime for what he is: a murderous, manipulative, irredeemable… angel! || Main || Rules || Plot || Ask || Apply ||
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Harleen Quinzel || 27 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open

Harleen Quinzel had always worked hard her whole life to achieve her goals. She managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA throughout college and once she got her doctorate, she thought that her goals had been reached. She was a psychiatrist working in Arkham Asylum, a position that was absolutely to die for. For once in her life she was at peace.

Then she got assigned to the Joker. He was the hardest case she had ever dealt with and for most of her coworkers, they would agree. His file was thicker than most books. She went into it expecting something entirely different than she got out of it. She had expected it to be hard. The Joker was a madman, he killed innocent people for no reason, and she was there to study him. It wasn’t an easy task. 

However she quickly realized that she was falling in love with him. She didn’t know how and it felt more than crazy, but he made her HAPPY. She laughed with him more than she ever had in her life. She enjoyed his sense of humor and the more that she spoke to him the quicker she believed that Batman was nothing more than a big ol’ bully that picked on her Puddin’.

It felt crazy, that was for sure, to defend a murderer. She didn’t see him as a killer, even though he was. She saw him as her Puddin’, her Mistah Jay. She wanted to fight along side him, ‘sides she had some years of gymnastics under her belt. She wasn’t completely useless. 

Maybe she was crazy, making a costume to go along with their play on her name. She was crazy to go up against the Big Bad Bat, but she was happy.

And she was in love.

Of course, she might have to actually convince her Puddin’ to let her come along, but that could come later. It wouldn’t be a problem, right?

Never again. No more obsession, no more craziness, no more Joker. I finally see that slime for what he is: a murderous, manipulative, irredeemable… angel!

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Gravity Don't Mean Too Much To Me: So apparently there's this thing called 'Highly Sensitive Person'

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I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without knowing about this, because it’s almost as if someone stole a page right out of my life story.

Attributes and Characteristics of Being Highly Sensitive

  • Emotionally, Highly Sensitive People (HSP) are mainly seen as shy, introverted and socially…

It is certainly relaxing to know you’re not crazy, isn’t it? I felt like my psychologist had watched my every thought and action all along when she explained what did HSP mean.

Exactly! It was just a relief to have someone explain it in a way that made sense!!

I know!! Ah, how I wished there were special places for HSP, I would die to meet people like us… It would be SO much easier alskdhf

There has to be HSP specific blogs and such out there somewhere. Or we could start one!! It’d be s start anyway :)

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