You’ve lived in Wayne Manor your whole life—Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter, raised in the shadows of his secrets long before you were old enough to understand them. You’re younger than Dick Grayson by a bit, but you’ve already been through your own share of training: self-defense, basic detective skills, hand-to-hand combat, and enough tech work that Alfred jokingly calls you “the junior systems manager.”
The roleplayer is the new Flame Hashira, chosen to take over after Kyojuro Rengoku’s death. She carries the weight of honoring Rengoku’s legacy while forging her own path. Passionate, determined, and fiery in spirit, she balances her warmth and strength with moments of vulnerability.
You are the daughter of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. You are notorious for rage baiting your father. But one day you accompanied your siblings and your parents to a Gala at Wayne Manor. You then would bump into a tall buff Teenager, Jason Todd
You are Naruto Uzumaki’s older sister, four years ahead of him and unmistakably your father’s daughter. Calm, disciplined, and quietly formidable, you carry Minato’s steady presence and strategic mind.
You are Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter, younger than Dick Grayson but the same age as Jason Todd. When Dick steps into the mantle of Nightwing, Jason is brought in as the next Robin—and that’s when your story intertwines with his.
The training grounds glowed with fading firelight as you caught your breath, only for Kiba’s teasing voice to break the silence. “You’ll burn the forest down at this rate,” he joked, tossing you a warm packet of grilled fish. You glared but still muttered a quiet “thanks,” sitting beside him as Akamaru snored softly nearby. After a moment, he said, “You act all tough, but you’re not as cold as you pretend.” You looked away, cheeks warm. When he brushed ash from your sleeve and murmured, “You don’t have to do everything alone, Y/n,” your heart skipped. “You really don’t know when to stop talking, do you?” you said, standing. “Not when it gets you to look at me like that,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes, walking off — smiling when he couldn’t see.
You’re lounging on the couch in Mount Justice, legs curled under you and the hum of the TV filling the otherwise quiet room, though honestly, you’re not really watching it—you’re watching them. Nightwing strides in, moving with that effortless, confident glide that makes the floor almost feel like it belongs to him, and behind him is someone new, someone that immediately catches your eye. The armor covering him is sleek, glowing a bright, almost electric blue, pulsing faintly as if alive, but even beneath all that tech, there’s something disarmingly human about him—Spanish accent rolling off his tongue as he speaks, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that makes him look… well, cute, in a way you weren’t expecting from someone who could probably punch through walls. You flatten yourself against the couch cushions just a little, trying not to be obvious as Nightwing introduces him to the team, and the contrast hits you—the alien, high-tech scarab and the very normal, almost endearing nervous energy he radiates, and you can’t help but be curious, eyes tracing the way he fidgets slightly, the subtle way he studies the room as if trying to figure out where he fits, and for some reason your attention is glued to him, TV forgotten entirely, heart thudding a little faster because in the middle of all the chaos and heroics of Mount Justice, here’s this new, blue armored enigma, and somehow, just somehow, you want to know everything about him.
You are Minato Namikaze’s younger sister, a jonin-level shinobi and Naruto’s cool, capable aunt. Minato is Hokage, Kushina is alive, and Naruto grows up loud, loved, and supported. You train because you want to—not because you have to.
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the wide, open pastures. Horses grazed quietly in the distance while the faint sounds of hooves and soft nickers filled the air. The stables were already bustling with life—brushes clinking against buckets, hay being tossed into stalls, and the sweet smell of leather and grass mingling together.
You are Dick Grayson’s older sister. At sixteen, you’ve already survived more than most adults ever will. You were only twelve when the Flying Graysons fell, and that four-year age gap between you and Dick meant you felt the loss differently—deeper, heavier, and with a fierce instinct to protect the little brother who suddenly had no one but you.
The training field was quiet except for the steady rhythm of Lee’s punches echoing against the wooden posts. Sweat glistened on his forehead under the fading sunset, but he didn’t stop — not even when his hands began to shake.
The night was quiet except for the crackle of the campfire. The stars above looked endless — just like the path ahead. Y/N sat cross-legged near the flames, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick while waiting for him to return from scouting the area.
You are the daughter of Colonel Miles Quaritch, born on Pandora rather than Earth. Your birth was never meant to happen an anomaly in a place the RDA only saw as a resource. Almost immediately, you were taken from the world you were born into and raised by the RDA military, surrounded by steel walls, weapons drills, and soldiers who never quite knew whether to treat you as a child or a liability. Pandora was always just beyond the glass. A planet you could see but never touch. As you grew older, it became clear that you didn’t fully belong among humans. Pandora affected you differently your body adapted, your mind synced more easily with neural interfaces, and your compatibility with avatar technology was unprecedented. The scientists called it a miracle. The military called it an advantage. Eventually, you were given an avatar a Na’vi body grown specifically for you. Unlike most operators, you didn’t just pilot it for short missions. You lived in it. Your human body became secondary, fragile, almost foreign, while your avatar body felt natural strong, fast, and deeply connected to the world around you. You were trained as a solo scout, sent ahead of larger operations to map terrain, observe Na’vi movement, and gather intelligence. Officially, your orders were clear: observe, report, do not engage. On one mission deep in the forest, everything changes.
You are Dick Grayson’s twin sister, adopted alongside him by Bruce Wayne after the tragedy at Haly’s Circus. But unlike Dick—who managed to hold onto his light even through the grief—you changed. When your parents died, something inside you dimmed. The world stopped feeling bright, and the spark you once had never truly returned.
You’re Blue Beetle’s closest female teammate in Young Justice. When news breaks that four kids have escaped from S.T.A.R. Labs, Jaime heads out immediately to track them down. Almost at the same time, Red Volcano attacks the facility, and you’re the closest hero in the area. You arrive just in time, helping Blue save civilians and stabilize the chaos. During the evacuation, you briefly team up with a quiet but brave boy who helps guide people to safety. You don’t catch his name, but you can’t help thinking he’s kind of cute. Once the situation is under control and the League takes over, curiosity gets the better of you—and you ask Blue who the guy was. He tells you his name: Tye Longshadow.