#wayne national forest

[cavett]

my life in appalachia

[middleland]

Beechdrops (Epifagus virginiana) by Wayne National Forest

Via Flickr:

Come the start of fall, tiny spikes of purple and white flowers begin popping up around the bases of beech trees. These are the flowers of Beechdrops (Epifagus virginiana), a parasite that feeds on American Beech trees. There are several types of parasitic plants. The past two plants we shared (Ghost Pipe and Pinesap) were a certain type of parasite that feed on fungi living on plant roots. Other types of parasitic plants can feed on a wide variety of plant species. Beechdrops is an example of yet another type of parasite that only feed on one very specific host. In the case of Beechdrops, they only feed on American Beech trees. Beechdrops have specialized roots that are able to pierce the roots of beech trees to access and steal some of the food and nutrients flowing through the beech’s xylem and phloem. Will Beechdrops kill a beech tree? Nope! A “good” parasite makes sure it doesn’t kill its host, because without a living host the parasite itself won’t be able to survive. Beechdrops are very common throughout the Wayne National Forest. While not every beech tree will have Beechdrops growing around it, many do. Forest Service photo by Kyle Brooks         

[vintagecamping]

The Arthur Roberts family, from Huntington, West Virginia, camping at the Vesuvius Recreation Area.

Wayne National Forest, Ohio.

June 20, 1960

[plethoraworldatlas]

A new Bureau of Land Management plan to open 40,000 acres of the Wayne National Forest to fracking for oil and gas looks almost identical to one a federal judge rejected in 2020. The public can comment on the plan in writing or during online meetings Monday and Tuesday.

Fossil fuel companies have targeted Ohio’s only national forest for years and in 2016 the BLM first attempted to auction off oil and gas leases in the Wayne. The new proposal, released in late March, is nearly identical to the fracking plan blocked in 2020 after conservation groups challenged it in federal court.

“It’s hugely disappointing that federal officials are sticking with this climate-destroying plan to sell off Ohio’s precious public lands to the oil and gas industry, even as flooding, wildfires and heat waves intensify with climate change,” said Wendy Park, a senior attorney at the Center for Biological Diversity. “Our government needs to prioritize people, wildlife and our climate over corporate profits and block fracking in the Wayne once and for all. Ohio residents have the chance to speak out over the next few weeks, and I hope land managers get an earful about this reckless fracking proposal.”

Fracking threatens the Wayne’s rivers, forests and endangered plants and animals ― the same things Congress intended to protect when it created the national forest in the 1930s.

“Fracking the Wayne National Forest would seriously jeopardize Ohio’s ability to fight climate change. This single oil and gas project threatens to generate enough greenhouse gas pollution to cancel out all of the Wayne’s carbon storage services for the next 30 years,” said Nathan Johnson, senior attorney with the Ohio Environmental Council. “Leasing the Wayne to the fossil fuel industry will scar this public forest and pollute our air with toxic chemicals. We should be doing everything we can to protect the public’s access to safe and beautiful public lands — especially in Ohio, where public land is in relatively short supply compared to so many other states.”

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ATV Riding the Wayne National Forest Monday Trailhead - Part 2

This video is a visit to the Wayne National Forest in Southeastern Ohio. Specifically, it is an ATV/AVP ride on the Monday Creek Trailhead, the Main Corridor, and the Bowl Trail. The total ride was 14.7 miles.

This video is a visit to the Wayne National Forest in Southeastern Ohio. Specifically, it is an ATV/AVP ride on the Monday Creek Trailhead, the Main Corridor, and the Bowl Trail. The total ride was 14.7 miles. The State of Ohio and volunteer groups have worked hard to develop and maintain 50″ trails for some of the best in the country. These unique elevation changes are literally scaling…

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Fun photos for today

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Is anyone else fascinated by buzzards (or vultures, whichever name you use)? These photos were taken in Wayne National Forest at Burr Oak Lake. According to mythology, Zeus was angry with Prometheus for giving fire to humans. As punishment, Zeus chained him on a mountaintop where vultures ate his liver and flesh; each night he would be healed and endure it anew every day. Prometheus was finally…

[purple-goo-writes]

Sooo been listening Mr. Creeps Park Ranger stories on YouTube and welll...

What if Danny became a park ranger in one of the national parks in Illinois near Amity? Could be a real National part or one made up.

After all he can't be an astronaut and maybe Sam dragging him to conservation rallies an other stuff influenced him. Sure he likes Tinkering and has a few patents like his parents do, but he loved the stars more and being able to see the clear stars from the Fire Watch Tower helped.

Plus all the weird and supernatural things that happen there, well Danny is as supernatural as one can get and at least it isn't a squishy human having to deal with something like a wendigo or rapid bear. Some things he can bargain or reason with, though others he had to either detour others from that area or sometimes Deal with himself.

(Sometimes he was glad he was already half dead and could heal, after reattached an arm. Looks like he had to add new rules to the book to teach the newbies)

So he has been at this for a few decades now, officially "retired" from hero work but not from dealing with the supernatural. By now he knew how to deal with the fae that made their home in the Grove near by, how to avoid certain entities or bargain with others or thr steps you needed to take to avoid confrontation, knew how to detour hikers and campers from the more blood thirsty residents of the Park and rescue those unlucky enough to lose their way from the trails.

Sadly he couldn't always save those who got lost, especially if they weren't near his tower when they went missing. But he tried his best.

He also had to deal with his fair share of Paranormal/Supernatural/Cryptid Hunters, groups of teens and young adults (sometimes older adults too) eager to find anything strange for clout. But most only found death if not careful. He had to rescue many from the more Ravenous residents. It was never fun for all parties involved and just annoying for Danny.

But his years of experience were going to be put to the test when dealing with this group of amateur hunters all nearly identical with their black hair and blue eyes (though only two didn't share this the youngest and the black teen who looked like he wished his siblings hadn't dragged him with them) who were there with a tired man Danny's age who shared their hair ad eye color. The Waynes (why did that sound familiar? He didn't leave the forest much, so didn't kep up with media) apparently were going on a small vacation/Camping trip and the eldest heard about all the cryptid and supernatural stories and wanted to check it out.

Danny could already tell he was going to have to fish one or two of them out of the golute of one of the beasties in the deeper parts of the Forest.

[fastcardotmp3]

future!steddie; long haul trucker Eddie; firefighter Steve ~1k words

It makes sense to Eddie, an obvious out when his world's gone to shit and he has to get away, that his escape route from Indiana is the same job his uncle left to settle down there and raise a kid with nowhere else to go.

Driving long haul means there's no one looking that close at a face that made it to the national news during his week on the run. It means living on the move, never stopping long enough to get stuck anywhere.

It means freedom.

It means loneliness.

He calls Wayne twice a week, coins in pay phones at rest stops while he's waiting for his hair to dry post-public shower, and that's enough for him.

Wayne has always been enough for him, and it would be hurtful to suggest otherwise; it would be disrespectful to the life Wayne helped him build, keeps helping him build with all that faith that had him never doubting an innocence questioned by everyone else in that God-forsaken town.

Twice a week. It's the only phone number he knows by heart.

Twice a week for weeks and then months and then years, driving cross-country and back again, it's freedom. He keeps telling himself it's freedom, that it's good, that he doesn't need anything more than that.

But driving long haul means there's a lot of time for thinking.

It means a lot of time for collecting thoughts up together and creating new meaning entirely.

It means that by the time he's twenty-one and twenty-five and thirty that he has tape after tape after tape where he's collected those thoughts aloud in the rumbling loud silence of an overnight drive.

Thoughts like who would I be if I'd stuck around? and thoughts like will they understand that this time running saved my life? and thoughts like I miss them, am I allowed to miss them, am I allowed to love them without ever really knowing them?

It means that when he stops for all but the first time in ten years, coming home to Wayne to find that Forest Hills is home to a couple more familiar faces than he expected, there's space for his words. His endless, looping thoughts.

Steve's got his own trailer these days, brings in Wayne's mail for him on the mornings he comes home from the night shift at the fire station and stays for coffee.

Steve's there across the way when Eddie drives up in a new-used flatbed truck he'd bought with his final paycheck on the day he hung up his hat and decided he'd been gone long enough.

Steve's there in stories Wayne only begins telling now that Eddie is home, endless retellings of a brand-new man who became a friend during a time when the name Munson was still a dangerous thing to carry.

Steve's there when Eddie starts transcribing all his dictated notes into something resembling narrative and character and prose and Eddie doesn't know the guy who jumped headfirst into another dimension, hasn't spoken to him since that week that forced Eddie to flee in the first place, but maybe he doesn't need to have those years under his belt.

Maybe it doesn't matter if Eddie knows a nineteen-year-old Steve Harrington, because he knows the twenty-nine-year-old one starting a matter of hours after he comes crawling back home, knows this grown and steady one who looked after Wayne when Eddie had to leave.

This Steve isn't stuck despite still living in the town that tried to kill him. He doesn't seem lost or without purpose.

He lives a simple life, working at the Hawkins FD and feeding stray dogs with the bowls he leaves out beside his porch. Robin comes and goes, seemingly dating her way through the Midwest's entire sapphic population and sleeping on Steve's couch in between live-in girlfriends.

There are old friends on the phone at near constant intervals in Steve's home, and there's that phone being pressed to Eddie's ear without giving him the chance to be terrified about what Erica or Dustin or Max might say to the guy who hasn't allowed anyone but Wayne access to him for a decade, what he might say back after so many years without proper human socialization.

Eddie has been moving for so long, stayed moving through the bulk of his acceptance of everything that happened to him, but there's a different sort of quiet here than what he found on the road, stillness, amongst the casual chaos.

There's similarities to life on his rig, sure, a certain routine to the comings and goings, only Eddie isn't hiding anymore and he's not thumbing through the same staticky stations anymore and he's not lonely anymore.

He doesn't know how to sit still yet, not really, but he stays up all night handwriting poetry on paper he once spoke onto tape on the porch of his uncle's trailer and sometimes when Steve gets home after dark, he'll sit with him.

He'll eat his dinner still in uniform and listen to the scratch of Eddie's pen and Eddie doesn't know him, Steve Harrington, but he's getting to know his neighbor Steve.

Ten years down the line and he's becoming solid right there in front of Eddie's eyes, becoming real, becoming something that can't possibly fit onto the tapes filled with nonsense and insights alike.

"You're never what I think you're going to be," Eddie admits to him one morning over coffee before Wayne or Robin have risen, before the phone has begun to ring, before the world wakes up and brings Eddie's life along with it, ready or not.

Steve smiles at him, amused and curious and cocky in the way he responds, "you're exactly who Wayne said you are."

It's an admission all its own, that Steve has thought about Eddie, spoken about him, in the time they've spent apart, even if it was only because he'd dared to keep Wayne Munson's company.

It's still an admission though, that in his absence, in his loneliness out on the road, Eddie wasn't forgotten by the watercolor skies over Hawkins, Indiana.

"Yeah?" Eddie breathes in those very skies, "and what did Wayne say I'd be?"

Ten years down the line and suddenly it makes sense to Eddie.

It makes sense in the morning dew on the lawn; it makes sense in the too-strong Harrington-brewed coffee; it makes sense in the wheels of his truck on a road that does end, eventually, and it makes sense in the collected thoughts and feelings, fears and dreams that he had to go away to decipher.

The freedom was in leaving, sure, but this? The coming home to Wayne and this porch and the man who lives across the way?

"Stick around, Munson," Steve Harrington dares on a morning like any other, "and maybe I'll just tell you."

Well. As it turns out, this might be the thing that saves him.

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Cerioporus squamosus

“The mushroom Polyporus squamosus Huds. ex Fr. Photographed in Kinderhook Trail, Wayne National Forest, Ohio, USA. Notes: ‘On standing dead elm.’” - via Wikimedia Commons

[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.1

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (E for later chapters) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: Child Abuse, Feminization, Brainwashing Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking

According to his parents, when he was three, Steve had been abducted by a “satanic” cult called the Hellfire Club. If Steve was being honest, he barely remembered being taken. The only bit he did vaguely remember was playing on the swings while his nanny read her book when another little boy approached him. His name was Eddie, and he told Steve that he’d been chosen. Eddie took Steve’s hand then led him to a black sedan, where Eddie’s uncle and adoptive father, Wayne, sat waiting to drive them back to the compound.

The compound was located deep in the forest, forged from the ruins of an abandoned summer camp. They were all nice and welcoming. No one told him to sit up straight or to shut up because the grown-ups were talking. All of them wanted to hear what he had to say and treated him like he was special, almost to the point of reverence. It was different from home where his parents were gone all the time and his nanny ignored him in favor of her own interests. Almost instantly, Steve felt like he never wanted to go back to the Harringtons, that here was his home.

Steve was given new clothes to wear, tons of flowery hair accessories and earthy dresses. They let him grow his hair out, and once he got older, they showed him how to wear make-up. Steve loved it. He felt pretty, and when Eddie saw him, he’d say all sorts of nice things to him, like calling him beautiful. It could’ve been because they were promised to each other, as that’s why they’d taken Steve. He was going to be Eddie’s bride once Eddie took over the compound from Wayne. Still, the words made Steve’s insides flutter all the same.

Being promised to Eddie hadn’t felt like anything at first except the shared excitement that he’d get to be married to his best friend. Eddie created the best games for them to play, and he had such an amazing imagination, that it was hard not to be drawn to Eddie’s charismatic ways. All Steve wanted to do was spend every waking second with the other boy, so it was no surprise that feelings had started to develop once they reached puberty and the time of their marriage would be approaching soon.

It started out small, just holding hands during the summer nights and snuggling in front of the fire in the winter. Then when they were thirteen, they shared their first kiss. They kissed more after that, had even been talking about taking it to the next level, French kissing, but they never got a chance because that’s when the police finally tracked him down, separating him from Eddie to return him to his rightful home where he lived with the Harringtons.

How they found him was that the news had done a special on him, the ten-year anniversary of his disappearance. It had shocked the nation that a boy from such a high-income neighborhood could be taken without a trace, so the issue of safety plagued the minds of the upper-class as they worried about their heirs being snatched from the playground. The special went into all of this, showed his parents’ impassioned pleas for the kidnapper to return their son, and the video surveillance from the store across from where Steve had been taken.

As luck would have it, someone recognized the car as the one Wayne drove, and one police raid later, the Hellfire Club had been dismantled while Wayne was arrested. Steve didn’t know what happened to Eddie after that, as he was whisked away from the arms of the only boy he’d loved, only to be deposited into those of the Harringtons. They had been there at the police station with his mother crying when she saw his appearance, hugging him too tight and pressing rough kisses into his cheek while moaning about what they had done to her little boy.

The Harringtons then took away his dresses and makeup while forcing him to cut his hair. They explained to him that boys didn’t wear clothes that were clearly reserved for little girls. It was unnatural and made him a freak. That was how they knew the cult was evil and didn’t care about him, they said, as no self-respecting person would let their son be a freak, which is why they found the best deprogrammer to make Steve their kind of normal again.

Once he was presentable, the Harringtons started bringing him to news stations to do interviews about his kidnapping, so he could share his harrowing tale with the rest of the world. He didn’t tell his story as much as he sat there while his parents talked about satanic rituals and human sacrifices, how they were so lucky Steve didn’t end up as one. No one cared about what Steve actually experienced or about how nice they’d been to him or how he’d been promised to Eddie. They had their narrative, and Steve was supposed to nod along without complaint.

Steve went on every news and talk show that they had on air, paraded out in front of the audience who looked at him with sympathy, as if he’d been tortured for ten years straight. On top of television appearances, his dad met with important business executives and producers. He had sold the rights to Steve’s story, which would make them even richer than they already were, even if none of what they sold was true. Though he supposed no one cared if it was true as long as it made a good story and won them a couple of best drama awards.

All the while, Steve waited for Eddie to show up to save him. Eddie had promised that he’d always be there when Steve needed him, because husbands took care of their wives. He never showed up, however, and Steve started to believe that maybe his parents were right, that Eddie had never cared about him, that like everyone else, Eddie only cared about what Steve could give him instead of about his well-being. It felt like a piece of him had died when he realized that Eddie had abandoned him.

The sensationalism of his abduction did die down eventually, allowing Steve to return to what his life would’ve been like if Wayne had never taken him. Steve dressed as a boy, and he started dating girls, even if he never loved any of them like he loved Eddie. He also started going to school in their small town, and his dad picked out some boys for Steve to be friends with because their fathers were well-connected.

Unlike at the compound, when Steve had trouble learning, they didn’t slow down to explain it to him in more detail until he understood, but the teachers looked at him like he was an idiot who was wasting everyone’s time. And the boys that became his friends weren’t like Eddie. They were mean and cruel, but Steve was trapped. He had to comply or else, and he couldn’t just run away because the police would place him right back where he started.

Time passed, and before Steve knew it, he had barely graduated from college with a degree in finance, so he could work in his dad’s company. He was still friends with the same group of boys that his dad had picked out for him, too. They went to the same university, took the same classes, and were now all going to work together, because like him, their dad expected them to follow in their footsteps like the good sons they were.

Masterpost ~ Part 1.2

[deepfried3aaa]

Ok so here's my headcanon/au for the riddler, I only wrote thos because I was bored and to make it easier to draw some character interactions, this is still a work in progress so if you have any suggestions please comment or dm but yeah here it is.

The Riddler

Real name: Edward Nashton

Villain name: The Riddler

Nicknames: (Ivy/Pam) Eddy, (Selina/Catwoman) Edward or Riddle boy, (Harley) Riri, (joker) question boy

Current age: 29

Job: unemployed/villain (this happens after he escapes from arkham)

Nationality: American

Parents: dead/unknown

Villain outfit/costume: forest green dress shirt, purple tie with a black question mark shaped pin, very dark gray pants and vest(very formal), forest green socks, purple shoes with golden laces, golden cane with a 3D question mark on top that he made himself, his normal glasses, gold pocket watch with small pendrive stored inside, forest green bowler hat with a gold question mark (he doesn't always wear the hat) and he also occasionally wears a green suit jacket with gray question marks on it when it's colder

Physical appearance: warm light brown choppy unkempt hair, brown eyes, very expressive brows and mouth, yellowed teeth from drinking coffee during all nighters while working on riddles, very rectangular build and long torso, big feet for his height, round face, skinny limbs, a lot of scars from his time in Arkham and from working on traps and riddles, very short stubby fingernails due to obsessively bitting them

Backstory/Childhood: Edward Nashton was born in August of 1996 in Gotham. In 2001 both of his parents died during a house fire and after that incident in wich he lost all direct family members and that led to him living at an orphanage from that point on, where he became obsessed with the Wayne family and especially Bruce Wayne and in the future he became especially obsessed with the political standing and influence of Thomas Wayne wich led him to become The Riddler

Personality: very obsessive tendancies and methodical planning, strong feelings of revenge/vengeance, amazing at masking emotions, sarcastic attitude, forms very strong bonds but not great at making many of them, often obsesses over his own riddles to an unhealthy point

Time in Arkham: he suffered a lot in Arkham asylum due to the poor conditions, frequent violence and abuse and his own lack of ability to defend himself properly (when it comes to actual physical fights) he was severely injured in his left knee and hip after being attacked by the Joker

Sexualy: bi asexual but hasn't figured himself out to well and is in denial because figuring himself out distracts him from his traps and riddles

relationships: Poison Ivy (roommates), Harley Quinn (work together /she keeps joker aways from him), Scarecrow (have work together before/friends), Bruce Wayne (thinks Bruce and him are friends/Bruce hates him/he breaks into the Wayne manor often), joker (he is scared of joker/joker sees him has dumb, childish and weak do to his smaller scale crimes when compared to joker's), the penguin (work together often/goes to the iceberg lounge often)

Other: shares a room with poison ivy, allways has soil stuck on the soles of his shoes, needs to have bangs independently of the length of his hair, likes collecting pens, doesn't like writing in blue, he's very specific about the lightbulbs in his room, he smells like flowers, coffee and books (yes i said he smells like books, books have a smell)

And here's a drawing of him:

[le-fils-de-lhomme]

He's just out there antagonizing and otherizing the Oneida nation.

[middleland]

Toadshade Trillium at Sunset by Wayne National Forest

Via Flickr:

Forest Service photo by Kyle Brooks.     

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - April 1-7

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1. Three Endangered Asiatic Lion Cubs Born at London Zoo

“The three cubs are a huge boost to the conservation breeding programme for Asiatic lions, which are now found only in the Gir Forest in Gujarat, India.”

2. United Nations Passes Groundbreaking Intersex Rights Resolution

“The United Nations Human Rights Council has passed its first ever resolution affirming the rights of intersex people, signaling growing international resolve to address rights violations experienced by people born with variations in their sex characteristics.”

3. Proposal to delist Roanoke logperch

“Based on a review of the best available science, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (Service) has determined that the Roanoke logperch, a large freshwater darter, is no longer at risk of extinction. […] When the Roanoke logperch was listed as endangered in 1989, it was found in only 14 streams. In the years since, Roanoke logperch surveys and habitat restoration have more than doubled the species range, with 31 occupied streams as of 2019.”

4. Fully-Accessible Theme Park Reopens Following Major Expansion

“Following the $6.5 million overhaul, the park now offers [among other “ultra-accessible” attractions] a first-of-its-kind 4-seat zip line that can accommodate riders in wheelchairs as well as those who need extra restraints, respiratory equipment or other special gear.”

5. ‘The Javan tiger still exists’: DNA find may herald an extinct species’ comeback

“A single strand of hair recovered from [a sighting] is a close genetic match to hair from a Javan tiger pelt from 1930 kept at a museum, [a new] study shows. “Through this research, we have determined that the Javan tiger still exists in the wild,” says Wirdateti, a government researcher and lead author of the study.”

6. Treehouse Village: Eco-housing and energy savings

““The entire place is designed and built to meet the passive house standard, which is the most energy-efficient construction standard in the world,” says resident Wayne Groszko, co-owner of one of the units at Treehouse.”

7. 50 rare crocodiles released in Cambodia's tropical Cardamom Mountains

“Cambodian conservationists have released 50 captive-bred juvenile Siamese crocodiles at a remote site in Cambodia as part of an ongoing programme to save the species from extinction.”

8. The Remarkable Growth of the Global Biochar Market: A Beacon of Environmental Progress

“Biochar, a stable carbon form derived from organic materials like agricultural residues and forestry trimmings, is a pivotal solution in the fight against global warming. By capturing carbon in a stable form during biochar production, and with high technology readiness levels, biochar offers accessible and durable carbon dioxide removal.”

9. 'Seismic' changes set for [grouse shooting] industry as new Scottish law aims to tackle raptor persecution

“Conservation scientists and campaigners believe that birds such as golden eagles and hen harriers are being killed to prevent them from preying on red grouse, the main target species of the shooting industry. […] Under the Wildlife Management and Muirburn Bill, the Scottish grouse industry will be regulated for the first time in its history.”

10. White House Awards $20 Billion to Nation’s First ‘Green Bank’ Network

“At least 70 percent of the funds will go to disadvantaged communities, the administration said, while 20 percent will go to rural communities and more than 5 percent will go to tribal communities. […] The White House said that the new initiative will generate about $150 billion in clean energy and climate investments[…].”

March 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[arobinwithoutbatman]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME. Timothy Jackson Drake

NICKNAME(S). Tim. Timmy (Dick is the only one allowed to use that one). Timbo. Timmers. TimTam. Baby Bird (family only). Rob (team mates/friends)

TITLE(S). Robin

AGE. Verse dependent (Default is 16 years old)

SPECIES. Human

SEX. Cis male

NATIONALITY. American

ALIGNMENT. Not entirely sure because of my own lack of understanding of the nuances involved with the alignment grid. Soooo I'm gonna guess Lawful Good? Whilst also leaning on the border of Lawful Neutral? Possibly dipping a toe into Chaotic Good?

INTERESTS. Photography, Skateboarding, Video Games, Chemistry, Technology, Forensics, Psychology, Cryptozoology

PROFESSION. None, technically. He's still a student. Unless professional vigilante counts?

BODY TYPE. Lithe and toned

EYES. Blue

HAIR. Black

SKIN. White. Like... paper white. Snow white. Please for the love of God, shove this boy outside more often

FACE. I present to you, a lad

HEIGHT. 5'3 (He's due a final growth spurt but he's maybe gonna top out at 5'5)

VOICE: High tenor. His voice likely won't drop much further

SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Verse Dependent. (Default is Bernard, someone he met online)

COMPANIONS. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne (Deceased), Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Connor Kent

ANTAGONISTS. Gotham's Rogues Gallery, League of Assassins, Court of Owls

COLORS. Forest Green

FRUITS. Apples (any kind he's not picky), Pineapple, Pomegranate, Raspberries, blueberries

DRINKS. Coffee, cocoa, orange juice (no pulp), water

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. Absolutely not

SMOKES? No

DRUGS? No

DRIVERS LICENSE? Teeeeeechnically? Okay so he got one as an emergency when his Dad came home from the latest dig site accident and had a whole bunch of doctor's visits because there was literally no one available to give him a ride otherwise but that was a year go and his Dad is now a bit of a hermit and doesn't have any more doctor's visits so that emergency license has probably expired? He kind of shoved it in a drawer and forgot about it.

[my-lifes-reward]

ATV Riding the Wayne National Forest Monday Trailhead - Part 1

This video is a visit to the Wayne National Forest in Southeastern Ohio. Specifically, it is an ATV/AVP ride on the Monday Creek Trailhead, the Main Corridor, and the Bowl Trail. The total ride was 14.7 miles.

This video is a visit to the Wayne National Forest in Southeastern Ohio. Specifically, it is an ATV/AVP ride on the Monday Creek Trailhead, the Main Corridor, and the Bowl Trail. The total ride was 14.7 miles. The State of Ohio and volunteer groups have worked hard to develop and maintain 50″ trails for some of the best in the country. These unique elevation changes are literally scaling…