Ex-Sidekick. Update.

Name: Roy Harper / Red Arrow / Speedy
Age: 18 years old.... Spoilers (& see Medical Info): Chronologically, he's 3.
Height: Tall...? He's only an inch or two shorter than Lex Luthor, so...
Weight: Built...?
Medical Info: Roy is a normal human in excellent physical condition--he's particularly muscular in the upper body as a result of his archery training.
Spoilers: It's ultimately revealed that Red Arrow is actually a clone of the original Roy Harper, Speedy, created by a group of supervillains as a sleeper agent to infiltrate the Justice League. He was force-grown to match Speedy's then-age of 15, but has aged normally over the last 3 years. Aside from the cloning and brainwashing, Red Arrow is otherwise completely normal from a medical standpoint.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Physical traits: Roy will be in his Red Arrow costume much of the time (or at least until I can find some screencaps of him unmasked), which consists of a red domino mask and a red and black sleeveless bodysuit. He wears black fingerless gloves, the left covering his forearm as a bracer, and the right covering up to his bicep because asymmetry is really cool, apparently.
What's Okay To Mention Around Him/Her: Pretty much anything goes. Roy has been a superhero for 3 years and can handle a lot of weird.
Abilities: Roy was the protégé of Justice League bowman Green Arrow and was trained to follow in his footsteps as an archer. He has phenomenal speed and accuracy when shooting, even when caught off guard or, you know, falling from a helicopter or something.

  Trick Arrows: 

• Punch arrow: blunted arrows that can "punch" an opponent
• Explosive arrow: arrows that explode on impact
• Foam arrow: arrows that can release a high-density polyurethane foam to engulf and incapacitate its targets or create a softer landing
• Taser arrow: arrows that can electrocute and knock-out armored soldiers
• EMP arrow: arrows that can overwrite the feeds from security cameras
• Zip-line arrow: arrows that carry a zip-line, which he can slide down

Additionally, Roy is a skilled acrobat, and has been trained in hand-to-hand/close-quarters combat, although it's not his forte. He has some experience at covert operations and infiltration, too.

Notes for the Psychics/Magically or Spiritually sensitive: Roy is grumpy. A lot. Feel free to pick up on that. Psychics, please don't reveal his secret identity.
Spoilers: Red Arrow was implanted with all of the original Roy Harper's memories during the cloning process, and brainwashed to respond to the verbal trigger phrase "Broken Arrow," which would cause him to enter a compliant state and accept instructions from his creators that he would later act on subconsciously, and without recollection of these incidents. All that brainwashing "programming" has been removed from his mind at this point and he will no longer react to that trigger phrase--but if you're a sufficiently good psychic person to notice, you can probably see that his mind has been tampered with and repaired.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: Ask first, please!
Hugging/kissing/other non-violent physical contact: Go right ahead. He'll probably be grumpy about it.
Maim/Murder/Death: Ask first, please!
Cooking: He can probably fend for himself when it comes to the basics, but cooking isn't his strong suit.

Character: Roy Harper / Red Arrow
Series: Young Justice (tv series)
Character Age: 18

Canon: No one wants to be a sidekick forever. When the Justice League finally realizes this and grants their teenage protégés a team of their own – along with mentors, a secret base, and a mission as the League’s covert operations strike force – the results are as volatile as they are awesome.

Roy Harper threw the tantrum that started it all, angrily calling out the Justice League for offering a glorified backstage pass instead of the equal partnerships he felt he and his fellow sidekicks deserved. But while the others were content to form their new team under the League’s oversight, Roy’s sense of outrage – and entitlement – drove him to strike out on his own. Now, armed with prodigious archery skills and an arsenal of high-tech gadgets, Roy is determined to prove himself to the world’s heroes and villains alike by fighting crime as the brash and belligerent Red Arrow. As blunt with his words as he is accurate with his shots, Roy is headstrong, confrontational, and openly dismissive of the new covert team and its League-sanctioned mission . . . But still sees its members as friends, and has grudgingly turned to them for help on the rare occasions he can admit he might need it.

Sample Post:
For the last time, I called it a feathered shaft – that’s not even close to the same as a French Tickler. I don’t know what kind of operation you’re running here, but if you can’t tell archery equipment from adult novelties, you need to get your head examined . . . And see a dermatologist while you’re at it, because nothing about that full-body eczema looks healthy.

A summer camp. Really.

You think I don’t see this for what it is? Of course it’s a summer camp – because everyone still thinks they can treat us like children. This kind of place is where you send kids so they’re out of Mommy and Daddy’s hair for a while – which might explain why you’re so fixated on the adult novelties. It’s one step up from being told to go sit at the kiddie table while the adults tend to business. What do they expect us to do here, plait a lanyard? Make a birdhouse out of popsicle sticks? I’m surprised I haven’t seen a swingset in this overgrown playground . . . The symbolism’s lousy, but it’s there.

Well, I’m not having it. Maybe some people would be happy to stay put and do as they’re told, but for me those days are over. I have real work to do back in civilization, and this pastoral interlude has gone on long enough. There’s not much weight to your so-called “murder mystery,” and the only crime I’ve seen since getting here is abuse of a corpse by another corpse, so I highly doubt you’ve got the League of Shadows prowling around anywhere . . . Yes. Even in the actual shadows.

So look, I don’t care how many goons this place is crawling with. Gorillas? There’s a reason they’re an endangered species. Zombies? I eat punks like you for breakfast . . . What do you mean, “Wait until Tuesday”? What’s that got to do with anything? All right, fine, that might not have been the best turn of phrase. The point is, I’m not sticking around to find out whether this is really some kind of interdimensional prison camp or just one of the League’s idiotic training missions.

Stop me? Please. You and what . . . giant . . . squid monster.

Okay, then . . . I’m going to need a bigger bow.