#dc universe rp | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dhampiravidi · 6 months

Text

my portrayal: DC's Shayera/Hawkwoman

Full Name: Shayera Thal

Alias(es): Shayera Muñoz, Hawkwoman, Kesi & others

Race/Ethnicity: Thanagarian (claims to be Latina on public records)

Citizenship: Thanagarian (& verse-dependent)

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

DOB: (Kesi) Feb. 20, 2402 BC; (Shayera) Oct. 28 (verse dependent)

Appearance (21st Century FC is Juliana Harkavy, FC from Kemet is Freema Agyeman)

Shayera appears to be a somewhat tall (5'8"/1.73 m) woman in great shape for her age and height. She's toned, definition easily seen in her abs and arms when she moves. Her skin is light, but tanned thanks to all the time she spends outside. Her eyes are hazel, and her hair, which is naturally curly and hangs just below her shoulder blades, is auburn. Her wings are mainly white with brown speckles on the front, and brown on the back, resembling that of a red-tailed hawk. As Hawkwoman, she wears her Thanagarian armor. In her civilian identity, she tends to wear casual, form-fitting clothes--always with shoes that are easy to run in.

Background

Kesi was a daughter of the ruler of Kemet during the Old Kingdom. She fell for a man (Tanus) who loved her well, but he was too poor for her father to ever approve of their relationship. When Tanus was found sneaking into the palace for a nighttime rendezvous with Kesi, the pharaoh was furious, disliking the man's defiance. Kesi would find Tanus in his home, bleeding out from a knife in his gut. The young woman tearfully prayed to Aset (aka Isis), asking the goddess to use her mortal life force to save Tanus. Aset did as Kesi asked, neither of them knowing that the knife was made of Nth Metal, an alien element with mysterious properties. The knife, in conjunction with Aset's magic, would throw Kesi and Tanus into an endless cycle of love, drama, and reincarnation. In the 21st century, Shayera Thal was a Thanagarian cop, who had traveled from her planet to Earth in order to apprehend a violent shapeshifter hiding in the rainforests of Bolivia. Once she caught him and sent him back to Thanagar, she decided to stay on Earth to study human law enforcement. She used an Absorbascon to help her learn Spanish, and was surprised to find that humans thought she was Latina, due to her Thanagarian accent and facial features which surprisingly helped her "pass". (Her current location on Earth is entirely verse-dependent.)

Personality

Some people are put off by Shayera's brave, determined nature, but when she wants to achieve something, she won't let anyone or anything get in her way. When she's fighting as part of a team, she has no problem leading the charge. Despite all this, she has a hidden capacity for compassion, which is part of what drives her to help people. Within reason, she believes in second chances. She's also adventurous, always willing to try out new activities or visit new places when a friend offers. Her biggest faults lie in the way she handles guilt (when she feels like she's done something wrong, she's hard on herself for a while) and her tendency to make sarcastic quips when she's irritated (these usually don't do much to raise morale). Shayera's hobbies include hiking, cycling, meditation, and playing chess.

Power(s) all those of an average Thanagarian...

Flight, using their natural wings to steer and glide

Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, hearing & stamina

Superhuman sight, which is 8x better than a human's

Ability to communicate with birds using empathy

Slowed aging, as a 100-yr old will look 30 by human standards

+ the ability to retain brief memories (& therefore certain skills) from her past lives (like Wild West-style gunslinging in the 21st century)

Abilities

Fighting Skills - she's proficient with handguns, knives, her mace & her fists (using a Thanagarian form resembling kickboxing)

Languages - Thanagarian, any Earth language as needed

Misc. - stealth, investigative skills, intimidation techniques

Equipment

Nth Metal mace - can generate lightning and/or heat, not to mention disturb/counter magic

Image inducer - bends light around her wings to hide them

Extra

On Thanagar, Shayera was part of the Spec Ops department.

She has other kinds of clothes from Thanagar, but she constantly has to buy backless stuff (halter tops, backless dresses, low-waist bras) to accommodate her wings. Her wingspan is 12'6"/3.81 m. 6'/2 m is a standard mattress.

Hawkman's strength has been shown to be somewhere between that of 10 human men (half a ton) & enough to throw a car (a ton), so Shayera's does as well.

Shayera prefers to just sleep in her underwear, arms cushioning her face as she flops onto her stomach.

She's claustrophobic & occasionally she has nightmares about being buried alive.

She commonly has to tuck her wings in, in order to get past people or rush through narrow corridors. It hurts after a while.

Shayera knows a guy who forges legal documents for her as needed. In return, she doesn't turn him in.

Swimming is a shitty situation for her, considering her wings.

In her primary verse, she works as a "freelance" forensic photographer, who takes pictures at crime scenes. But she enjoys taking photos of animals more & some of her photos have been posted in magazines.

Possible AUs

Empress of Thanagar

Green Lantern Shayera

A Past Life (Historical AU)

#admin #dcau rp #dc rp #dc indie rp #hawkgirl #hawkwoman #shayera: headcanon #biggest inspo is Maria Canals Barrera who voiced her in JLU #dc universe rp

2 notes · View notes

dumond-gotham · 2 years

Text

Maybe self care is revamping this Sophie Dumond roleplay blog and jumping head first back into DC comic. Adds Bethany to my muse list like an insane person

#joker 2019 rp #joker 2019 #dc comic #dc universe rp #sophie dumond

2 notes · View notes

hellovafatso · 2 years

Text

Open RP.

Raven was wwttling out of an all you can eat pizza place she really made the place live up to its reputation that was nothing left when she was done

#weight gain rp #dc universe rp #teen titans rp

6 notes · View notes

hiddenwashington · 8 months

Text

anonymous asked: Was that [CANDICE PATTON]? Oh no no, that was just [IRIS WEST], a/an [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE FLASH]. They are [THIRTY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: jay,28, est,she/they}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. iris west [candice patton]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!

#dc universe rp #dc comics roleplay #dc rp #the flash rpg #comic rp #accepted #admin kasey #anonymous

0 notes

bedazzlingevagiatti · 9 months

Text

Ooc: to any marvel/dc rpers that are OC friendly...

Would any of you be okay with helping me develop a verse for Eva (or any of my other muses) in that fandom? We can be rp mutuals or ooc mutuals after as well!

#ooc #marvel rp #dc universe rp #indie rp

0 notes

jasontoddsthickbabe · 1 year

Text

I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋

1K notes · View notes

waynewifey · 9 months

Text

dear mr. wayne — b.w

part one: dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two

518 notes · View notes

findroleplay · 6 months

Note

Hello! I’m looking for someone over 18+ to double up (oc x canon) to role play

🧙Witcher( the tv show)

🦸Marvel Universe

😈Helluva Boss

👮Far Cry 5

🦹DC Universe

🏴‍☠️One Piece (both anime and live action)

I’m a 24(4-11-99) with pronouns of she and her. It will be NSFW and LGBTQ+ friendly. If interested please DM me on here or on discord. Do have a wonderful day. ❤️❤️

Discord: skysky99

#rp #roleplay #Witcher rp #Marvel Universe rp #Helluva Boss rp #Far Cry 5 rp #DC Universe rp #One Piece rp

4 notes · View notes

prpfs · 2 months

Note

hyperspecific thing to look for, but anyone interested in green lanterns and space shenanigans? 💫

i can write hal jordan and kyle rayner, and while i welcome most chances to write either of them i would love the chance to write them against alien/non-humans given their particular occupation as space lawmen. smut welcomed, canons welcomed, ocs welcomed (for the particular niche of monster/alien ones most of all), no need to know about dc canon if you are willing to give it a go as a xeno/alien lover.

hit the lil heart if this interests you and i will get back to you asap.

give a like and anon will get back to you

#dc universe rp #dc roleplay #dc comics roleplay #dc comics rp #dc rp #green lantern rp #green lantern roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

5 notes · View notes

amaranthmori · 4 months

Text

315 notes · View notes

dhampiravidi · 6 months

Text

notes on my portrayal of Hawkwoman, previously known as Hawkgirl

First off, here's summaries for the "canon" versions of her that I'm taking bits of inspiration from:

Shayera Hol (DCAU): she was an advance scout for the Thanagarians who ended up siding w/Earth. Eventually, she has a kid w/John Stewart, after breaking off her engagement to Thanagarian Hro Talak. She barely interacts w/Carter Hall, her reincarnated lover from Ancient Egypt. Thanagarians have natural wings and an enhanced physiology & look 30 when they're a century old. She's got red hair and green eyes.

Shayera Hol; née Thal (Prime Earth): she's the reincarnation of the angel Shrra, who was cursed by The Presence when she spoke to Ktar Deathbringer, a servant of an evil entity. In her modern life, she was a Thanagarian officer who came to Earth w/her partner Katar Hol. They joined the JSA as heroes. Later, she becomes the empress of Thanagar Prime. She & Katar sacrifice themselves. The Presence talks to them in their original identities & they ask to be reincarnated in the 40s w/the JSA. They survive to the 40th Century. She's got red hair as Shrra and Shayera, but Shrra has dark brown eyes while Shayera has green eyes.

Shiera Sanders (New Earth): 1st life was as Chay-Ara. She & Prince Khufu were killed by Hath-Set using a dagger made of Nth Metal. The dagger started their reincarnation cycle. In the 20th century, the couple became heroes using belts of Nth Metal. Radiation slowed their aging. Their son Hector Hall would become Dr. Fate. She's got brown hair and brown eyes.

Kendra Muñoz-Saunders (Earth-2): because of her reputation as a treasure hunter, the World Army hired her and gave her wings. She works with the new heroes the Flash (Jason Garrick) and Green Lantern (Alan Scott). She has enhanced senses and she's highly skilled w/both handguns and the crossbow. She's got brown hair and hazel eyes.

Shayera ? (DC New Talents Showcase): She's a Thanagarian cop who poses as a human, telling her Chicago colleagues that she's on loan from the GCPD.

Here's the parts I'm using:

In her current life, she's Shayera Thal/Muñoz.

Reincarnation's due to the combination of her previous life, Kesi, successfully praying to the goddess Aset--asking Aset to heal her beloved (Tanus) who had been fatally stabbed, by using Kesi's life to save him--and the blade's Nth Metal.

She has auburn hair and hazel eyes in her current form (she changes her appearance when she reincarnates).

Shayera has never gone by Hawkgirl as an adult, just Hawkwoman.

She's a Thanagarian cop who came to Earth to investigate a case, then decided to stay on the planet to study human police.

Her Nth metal mace (which has been used by pretty much every version of the character) has the following properties: generates electricity (for attacks or defibrillation), easily disturbs/blocks magic, generates heat, regulates the wearer's body temperature.

She prefers using her mace, but her subconscious retains weapon proficiency from her past lives, allowing her to use handguns and a crossbow with little fault.

She'll have an AU where she's the empress of Thanagar.

#admin #dcau rp #dc rp #dc indie rp #hawkgirl #hawkwoman #shayera: headcanon #biggest inspo is Maria Canals Barrera who voiced her in JLU #dc universe rp

1 note · View note