Roy Harper

Retirement was supposed to be dull; working at a body shop, keeping his head down, and staying under the radar. Faking his death had to be done, since the safety of his friends hinged on the world thinking he had died in prison. Still as necessary as it all was Roy was still bored to tears. No longer Arsenal, no longer a vigilante, most of his abundant free time was spent either working on fixing up cars, or just sitting around his shitty one room flat. After a few months of that lifestyle though the young man almost snapped. While he no longer possessed his gear Roy still had his training, along with a bow and quiver.

It wasn't safe, or even smart, to head back out but playing it safe was already killing him day by day. No, he needed more. Need to help and try to make a difference. So after donning a simple black hoodie he grabbed his bow and headed into the city. Crime never stopped, and since this wasn't Starling City there didn't seemed to be any heroes around to deter the criminals from their course. Well tonight that was going to change. It took a while to scout out downtown, yet after an hour or two Roy found himself crouched atop the roof of a warehouse. From the looks of things the place should have been abandoned, but the collection of armed thugs inside was more then a little bit of a red flag. Whether it was a drug deal or a black market weapon transaction Harper couldn't tell for certain. Instead of charging in, arrows a blazing, he patiently waited and watched.