[attr="class","official-title"]ROY HARPER

[attr="class","official-header"]ARSENAL

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[attr="class","official-header"]Tell us your story...

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There isn't much to say about Roy's childhood, or at least he would tell you that. He grew up in the glades, without much to his family's name. Which became even less since his father died. Since then, Roy and his mother had always been struggling, and he was always working, hustling. Roy traded his education for a second source of income, a choice he made consciously out of necessity, to help himself and his mother. But regular work wasn't enough after some time, and the boy had to resort to other, less legal, means of income over the years. Though his mother suspected, she never confronted him over it. And he never brought it up. It wasn't out of malice that he did these things, but out of necessity, survival. It was something he needed to do.[break]
Purse snatching was an easy and rather consistent source on a regular afternoon. It wasn't usually anything planned. It was an easy getaway for someone during the middle of the day, cash cards and jewels, you couldn't much beat that. And after the new drug surfaced, Vertigo, the one with a high that couldn't be beat, he needed all he could grab for that very expensive habit of hers if he was going to help her. But there was one that was so persistent, too persistent. A rich girl like any other, but the rich girl apparently cared for her bag. Enough to track him down and get him arrested. But thankfully, she was so touched by the poor young vandal's story not to press any charges. First act of charity. And though he should have been relieved, it sickened Roy. It didn't matter. She got her purse back, Roy got to keep grinding.[break][break]
That could have been the end of it, but as fate would have it, Roy ran into that girl again. Thea Queen, and her second offer of charity. A job. Roy had to admit, he could have really used the job. But the similar disgust fell upon him again. That's why he turned it down, or rather, downright neglected it. But of course, she was persistent. And she came to him, and got herself in trouble for it. And Roy simply, returned the favor. Or he thought it was simple, saving her then. But it didn't lead to simple, it actually led to complicated. Something he had trouble with.[break]
In an unexpected turn of events, Roy and Thea ended up dating. Rather happily at first, as most relationships are in the beginning. But his regular run ins with the illegal sort of crowd strained that quickly. But they didn't have enough time to worry over it. Roy found himself captured, taken hostage by Joseph Falk, a psychopath. Fear had come over a him, a fear like no other. Roy was certain his time was coming to an end, and he simply waited for it to come, terrified for that moment. But then he was saved. The Hood saved him. With his help, Roy broke free, and he got to live to see another day. Roy never thought much of the Hood before. But it became obvious to him that he meant something much more. The Hood was the savior of Starling city, of the Glades. And Roy had become somewhat obsessed. He tried to find the Hood, but he was met with a police squad instead. Detective Lance tried to convince Roy the Hood wasn't any good, but he ignored him. He disagreed. He owed the Hood, and he owed the Glades. And that's what he cared about.[break]
After the earthquake incident, and the disappearance of the Hood, Roy began to patrol the Glade himself, stopping crime when and where he could. He also cast his stubornness aside to work at the club for Thea. After the Hood returned, or rather the Arrow, Roy began to work with him, acting as his eyes and ears. And though the Arrow often objected, he would follow into battle right behind him. Roy finally bit off a bit more than he could chew when he was captured by Brother Blood. He was part of the crowd that was injected with the Mirakuru, the drug that killed most of those it touched in the Glades. However, unlike most, Roy survived the drug, and with it he gained extraordinary powers. He was keen on using his newfound gifts to help the Glades, which caught the attention oft he Arrow. After this, the Arrow decided to take him in to train him to control his strength, but this proved to frustrate Roy. He used his anger as his energy, and he was told that it wasn't the right way to go. But after working with the Arrow directly one night, and learning that he was Oliver Queen, he calmed down and agreed to try harder to control his strength rather than throwing it out blindly.[break][break]
Roy continued to train with the arrow, trying to learn how to use a bow and arrow, despite the steep learning curve. He goes on more outings with Oliver, one in which he becomes enraged due to the Mirakuru, nearly killing the criminal. Oliver tells Roy it isn't safe to be around Thea. Roy decides to break things off with her, wanting to keep her safe. It isn't too long before he is kidnapped again, this time for his Mirakuru blood. Slade uses him to siphon the Mirakuru in order to help mass produce it. The Arrow saves his life again. But this time, Roy awakes and goes on a Mirakuru induced rampage. He attacks several people in the city, trying to blindly find and kill Thea. During this, Roy kills a police officer. He is sedated by Oliver and kept in the cave.[break][break]
Roy is awakened again after being injected with a cure for the Mirakuru, though without his powers. He reconciled with Thea and promised to run away with her after Slade's forces invade. But while he went to help Oliver fight, she left him after finding out the truth. Roy learned about the consequences of his actions. Missing Thea, though learning from it as a whole. He opted to stay with team Arrow instead.[break][break]
Roy eventually earned the moniker 'Arsenal,' working directly beside Arrow. He thanks Oliver every day for giving him a purpose, one he believes is the right one. And though he might not like the result of the life he leads at times, he sees it as necessary and carries out his mission.

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[attr="class","official-content"]Skilled Combatant: Roy has initial experience with street fighting and brawling, having an innate sense of combat awareness. He continues tot rain under Oliver to further his ability and has become a formidable combatant.[break]
Skilled acrobat: Mixed with his natural agility and further training with Oliver, Roy has proven himself to be an accomplished acrobat, being able to effectively traverse obstacles with relative ease.[break]
Skilled stickfighter: Thanks to his training with Oliver, Roy has become adept at fighting with escrima sticks, utilizing them as his secondary weapon for close quarters combat.[break]
Skilled Archer: Thought it has taken him some time, Roy has become skilled with the use of a bow and arrow. Though he has yet to attain anything close to Oliver's level, Roy is steadily improving his ability. His shot growing steadier and his draw growing quicker.[break]
Skilled detective: Roy was initially fairly adept as investigating crimes. With observing Oliver and working with the rest of the team, Roy has become a vastly better detective in his own rite.[break]
Networking: Roy continues to utilize his connections in the Glades to help with the Arrow's cases.

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[attr="class","official-content"] "Eddie. Eddie!" The stylings of The Runaways drowned out the sound of the genuinely human-like voice of the ever present AI in Eddie's workshop. He hadn't heard his spiritual mother's beckoning amongst the sound of his plasma torch hitting metal and Cherry Bomb blaring over his speakers. Suddenly, in simulated frustration, the AI shut down the music and replaced it with an ear shattering, "EDDIE!" This earned a jump from the young genius, who often associated that tone of voice with chastisement, even if it were far and between. He nearly dropped the torch with his gloved hand as his heart began to pound in his chest in shock and fear. He placed the torch down and removed his welding mask. "Helen!" He yelled back snarkily. "The Avengers gala is about to begin. You need to get ready." "Oh, yeah...no." He dismissed the statement and went to put his mask back on. "Eddie, you know this means a lot to your father and a lot of your friends." "Attend something in commemoration of something my father wants me to stay away from completely. Sounds like a good time." "Fine, if you're not going to do it for your father, then do it for the ones who have paved the way for you. You're not the first Iron man, you're the second. Your father and The Avengers have done so much for the world, and for you to be able to wear the suit with pride, even if your father is against it. So if it isn't for your father, it's for respect." It was almost scary how she always seemed to touch Eddie. But she was right. It wasn't about doing anything for his dad. The Avengers did a lot for the world. And even if he wasn't a part of them, the New team would do a lot too. He also owed it to Mainframe and Sarah who hadn't earned his disdained and were going to do big things. He let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. I'll stop by for a few hours I suppose." "Your suit is all ready to go."[break][break]

Eddie quickly got himself dressed and drove to the gala in the car he had gotten for his birthday not too long ago. He might not have been the party animal his father or sister was, but he did adopt a certain flair for style that his family had. His father might have been a fan of the classic hot rod models, but the futuristic style of the car suited Eddie perfectly. He blazed the streets as much as the law would possibly let him, and a little more honestly, reaching the front of the gala. Eddie liked to say he channeled his true inner Stark when he stepped into the spotlight. Stepping out of the vehicle, he tossed the keys to the valet. "Don't scratch it." The familiar flashes of paparazzi cameras flashed in his face. His eyes were barely effected after a few seconds, having conditioned himself to the attention that had been brought since his childhood.[break][break]

"Eddie, Eddie, care to comment on the event?" "I think it's an amazing event commemorating an two amazing groups of people that have and will changed the world in amazing ways, respectively." Where's your date tonight, Eddie?" "You know me, I like to see how the night goes." "There are a few children of original Avengers taking up their parent's mantles. Why is it we're not seeing you taking on the Iron man suit?" Eddie paused for a moment, taking the question into consideration. He didn't want it to ruin the night he didn't want to be a part of in the first place. He shook it off and began to walk into the building. "No further questions." He knew he'd just doomed himself to the 'no comment' articles out there. But he didn't want to put the damper on the night he already didn't want to have.[break][break]

Eddie was wowed by the fantastic job that was done. The atmosphere was pretty up his alley. He grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waitresses, and took a nice long sip for the nice long night he was about to have. Looking around, he didn't see any of his family, nor anyone he particularly wanted to spend his time with anyway. That was until a young brunette in a nice coral dress caught his eye. Mainly because he knew her. May Parker, dear friend to his younger sister. Aka the Spider-girl. She was certainly on the short list of people he actually wanted to be around. He couldn't stand his father recently, and he didn't feel like witnessing his sister's crazy tendencies first hand should she be in the mood. So, May was his best shot. He also felt a certain closeness to her knowing her secret, and her knowing his as well. Maybe they could even talk about something productive, turn it into a decent night. He walked up to the side of her, leaning in to speak into her ear over the crowd. "Hit any of the booze yet?" He offered her a fun smile. "Cute dress. I think it suits you well." He sipped on his champagne some more.