Abilities/Powers: While having no supernatural abilities, Speedy has spent his entire life practicing archery and the last several years being a superhero. Before joining Titans East, he was very successful acting solo, which is pretty impressive considering he's often matched against metas. He's also a very excellent tracker (either the first or second best in the business, depending on who you ask) and he just plain knows how to survive.

Items/Weapons: Does a quiver-full of arrows count as one item? Other than that, his bow and the mirror he keeps in his quiver.

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Sample Entry Two:
Roy was awake. Sort of. The kind of awake where his shoulder kept bumping into doorways even though he was so damn sure he'd walked straight through it. He'd have been embarrassed if anyone else had bothered to get up that early.

Being alone on the early morning shift sucked.

With a yawn that made his jaw ache a little, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes with one hand while the other went through the dull routine of making coffee. The tower was eerily quiet when everyone was sleeping. No twins running around, their Spanish almost as fast as their feet; no Aqualad and Bumblebee arguing over whatever happened to be the topic of the day. It was as nice as it was extremely strange to be able to sit on the counter in the kitchen and not be yelled at, or asked to make pancakes or waffles or lasagna or whatever it was the twins wanted.

Grunting in pleasure-pain as he stretched out his back until he heard a cacophony of cracks, Roy tossed some bread into the toaster from the opposite counter. It went in perfectly and he couldn't help but smirk; even half-asleep, his aim was perfect. He tossed a rubber ball he'd found that undoubtedly belonged to Mas y Menos at the lever, hoping the dial was somewhere decently between not-done-at-all and charcoal because if it wasn't, he wasn't going over there to change it.

Not until he had a mug of coffee in him, at least.