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Aug. 1st, 2016 10:03 amPlayer Information
Name: Jeni
Age: 34
Contact Info: jmullen521@gmail.com or PM
Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Captain Steven Rogers
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Canon Point: Captain America 3: Just prior to the ending
Background Link: Steven Rogers
Inventory: Faded blue raglan tee shirt with darker sleeves, white tank top, blue jeans, brown leather belt, brown work boots, brown leather bomber jacket, vibranium shield, wrist watch, cell phone, leather wallet with his ID and some small bills in both US and Wakandan currency, set of keys
Personality:
Steven Rogers was born to a poor family in Brooklyn in 1918, physically small and weak and with constant and chronic health issues. Despite this, he developed a strong intolerance to injustice at an early age since he was the constant target of bullies. Finding bravery when he could barely protect himself, Steve never backed down from any fight, even one he could not win. These traits, coupled with a sensitivity that gave over into his love of art and a strong sense of patriotism, led him to becoming obsessive in his goal of joining the US Army once word reached the country of their entry into WWII. Selflessly putting the needs of his country first, and despite typically abhorring lies and liars, Steve falsified his medical records. This shows the start of his leadership and strategic abilities to analyze situations and objectively decide what the greater good might be and how best to act on it.
Bravery aside, Steve is also relatively shy and carries with him an upbringing from the 20s and 30s without the benefit of being able to live through nearly seventy years of American cultural and social revolutions. Though much of his awkwardness has been overcome with training, access to the internet and a few solid friendships with people raised in the twenty-first century, he also has proven to be extremely tolerant to current American life. Despite racism and sexism rampant while he was growing up, Steve has never shown intolerance towards teammates of other races nor has he ever criticized the ability of women on his team or in general.
Though typically displayed as a paragon of virtue, Steve is also young and still very human. He reacts to loss and hardship the way any young man might (getting angry, becoming depressed, attempting to drink away his sorrows), however, he does not allow depression or anger to get the best of his judgement. This is due to a combination of his past (dealing with his mother's death, his best friend Bucky's apparent death, and living through war itself) and a natural mental fortitude. Though he is a man out of time, a man out of his element, and also outwardly world-weary, he is able to push his inherent loneliness aside and even manages to command the respect of unlikely compatriots enough to form a team that more or less has come to accept his leadership at least part of the time.
Steve has always been incredibly intelligent, quick witted and a natural strategist. While the super soldier serum equipped him with super human abilities, his innate mental capabilities, his sense of right and wrong, and his emotional spectrum was what allowed the serum to work in the first place. Steve is a capable soldier. He accepts directives and can carry them out. He is able to think on his feet and would never ask any teammate to do something he himself would not do. This does not mean that he is a blind minion to those in authority. Steve Rogers has increasingly found himself at odds with the current Army and government structure. The downfall of SHIELD from the takeover by HYDRA with Project: Insight was just start of his growing disillusionment of what the country he had loved was becoming. At direct odds with the outwardly lazy and hedonistic inventor, Tony Stark, Steve realized that he had a very different idea of what protecting innocent people and the world in general might entail. He is a firm believer in freedom of choice and views the stronger government untrustworthy and oppressive. This puts him at odds with his patriotism and his loyalty, but he is able to see his break from the status quo as standing up for the injustice of institutional corruption. Steve puts his honor first and demands to have all of the facts before he makes critical decisions. When his choices are stripped away, he chooses twice to become what the media and country might consider to be a rogue agent.
This is where he leaves off at the end of the franchise as it currently is. Steve has accepted the role of protector of the world on his own terms, guided by his own set of moral rules. He is not the idealistic boy that he once was. He is not the loyal American soldier. But he is still a super hero.
Flavor Abilities:
Steve might not have his super human abilities any longer, but he is still an expert in hand to hand combat and his body is still likely very limber and agile, allowing him to be acrobatic. Steve is also an artist and can draw both cartoons and realistically.
Suitability:
Steve Rogers is nothing short of adaptable and tenacious. Though he may no longer have a healing factor, super hearing, super sight, super strength, or increased durability in this setting, his past shows that his physical ability plays absolutely no factor in his desire to persevere through hardship in order to do what's good, right, and personally moral. Steve has a mild personality and is able to find humor even in stressful situations and keep himself mentally focused and resilient to internal and external stress factors. This will enable him to maintain composure and still work even while subjected to the horrors of the game world.
RP Samples:
Third Person Sample
Steven G. Rogers
O-462362 TA2 O
Rubbing his thumb along the edge of the dog tag, the skin around his nail catching briefly in the top notch, Steve Rogers stared through what use to be a tenement apartment in Brooklyn, very close to the home he had grown up in from the living room to where his bedroom was. SHIELD gave him this space to make him feel more comfortable but they seemed to fail to realize that this didn’t look anything like the apartment that Steve had grown up in. Where once the kitchen had done double duty as the bathroom with a board sliding across the tub to serve as the dining table, now there was a ‘breakfast bar’ of shiny granite. Someone had left the tags on the wing back chair by the window and he’d almost died from sticker shock (a term he had newly acquired thanks to Google) once he say the listed price. History books lined the shelves, dust jackets annoyingly glossy and often with the faces of the authors smiling out at him. Steve had taken to stacking those back cover down between the plainer books left right-side up. It was hard to be comfortable in a place like this.
So now he was thinking, standing at the window without looking out at the modern street. He had a lot of time to think. All of the pamphlets he read on combat fatigue before crashing in the water told him that it was a bad idea to do that. “Pound a punching bag,” they told him. “Take up knitting therapy under the strict tutelage of womenfolk,” they suggested. “Commit to an outdoor exercise routine but go at your own pace,” they cheerfully reminded.
That last one was the best one. Steve was grateful for the apartment, he really was, but it was cold and unlived in. He didn’t have any things to unpack, honestly. His shield was propped against the wall. He had t-shirts and button down collared plaid shirts in the closet. There was a half-filled sketch book, pencils, and some dossiers on the desk with the tablet computer SHIELD gave him to get acclimated to the world on the desk. He had a change of linens and that was about it. All of these things were foreign to him. Everything but the dog tags. They brought life back into focus, even if that life no longer existed.
Pale blue eyes lowered to read the stamped letters and numbers in the metal. “Steven G. Rogers,” he said out loud. “Get yourself up, pal, and get yourself moving. Now isn’t the time to sit here and mope.”
He was probably going to head to Manhattan again. He liked the trains. They still bounced you around as much as they use to. He’d go to that café under Stark Tower, have a cup of coffee, maybe work on his sketch. He’d—
The cell phone on the arm of the over-priced and ugly chair buzzed and fell onto the tan seat cushion. Steve stood fluidly and lifted it to his ear on the second ring. “Hello, this is Steve Rogers,” he said, formally, though he knew America had moved well passed the need to be formal when answering calls, even from work. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, but most of them tended to be. He was required at HQ. He was to come immediately. Steve was relieved. The world might have passed Steve Rogers by but it still needed Captain America. “Roger that. Over and out.”
Network Sample
[Steve's not the type to sit around and do nothing. It might be the easiest thing to do right now with the nights so bitterly cold that he can feel it seeping into his bones like he had many a night in that little Brooklyn apartment that they could not always afford to heat. Sometimes he actually forgets himself and fears that a cough might turn into an asthma attack-- But stranger things than old, chronic illnesses cured by the Super Soldier Project suddenly deciding to reoccur have been known to happen here in Norfinbury. Either way, he's tired of sitting here with his hands under his armpits, remembering sunny July days where a night like this might have been a relief. Though he's gotten fairly good since his 21st century de-thawing act from a few years ago with phones and tablets, using this one still feels clumsy. He is careful as he pulls the device out of his bag.]
Check for messages...
[He doesn't often talk to himself but sometimes it helps to have a checklist and it's good to get the air moving, warm and moist, passed his lips.]
Connect... Where's the-- Right, check.
[His beard has been growing in. It's sloppy. Soldiers today still keep shave kits on them in the field because letting this much growth happen, even if otherwise occupied, puts you out of uniform. Steve might have recently given himself over to being a fugitive, might once more accept that the world views him as a terrorist, but he wasn't going to let that change who he was. Evidently, who he was happened to be a soldier with pride in his outward appearance as a member of the United States' Army.]
Hello. This is Steve Rogers.
[He's stopped giving his rank. It's just not important here. Maybe it's just the paranoia of cabin fever is starting to sink in.]
We need to talk. Everyone. All of us. The time has come to unite our efforts here with a coordinated plan of attack. I'm not getting anywhere with @ADMIN. Please respond to this message. I will come to you if you are in a safe place and want to stay there.
Name: Jeni
Age: 34
Contact Info: jmullen521@gmail.com or PM
Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Captain Steven Rogers
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Canon Point: Captain America 3: Just prior to the ending
Background Link: Steven Rogers
Inventory: Faded blue raglan tee shirt with darker sleeves, white tank top, blue jeans, brown leather belt, brown work boots, brown leather bomber jacket, vibranium shield, wrist watch, cell phone, leather wallet with his ID and some small bills in both US and Wakandan currency, set of keys
Personality:
Steven Rogers was born to a poor family in Brooklyn in 1918, physically small and weak and with constant and chronic health issues. Despite this, he developed a strong intolerance to injustice at an early age since he was the constant target of bullies. Finding bravery when he could barely protect himself, Steve never backed down from any fight, even one he could not win. These traits, coupled with a sensitivity that gave over into his love of art and a strong sense of patriotism, led him to becoming obsessive in his goal of joining the US Army once word reached the country of their entry into WWII. Selflessly putting the needs of his country first, and despite typically abhorring lies and liars, Steve falsified his medical records. This shows the start of his leadership and strategic abilities to analyze situations and objectively decide what the greater good might be and how best to act on it.
Bravery aside, Steve is also relatively shy and carries with him an upbringing from the 20s and 30s without the benefit of being able to live through nearly seventy years of American cultural and social revolutions. Though much of his awkwardness has been overcome with training, access to the internet and a few solid friendships with people raised in the twenty-first century, he also has proven to be extremely tolerant to current American life. Despite racism and sexism rampant while he was growing up, Steve has never shown intolerance towards teammates of other races nor has he ever criticized the ability of women on his team or in general.
Though typically displayed as a paragon of virtue, Steve is also young and still very human. He reacts to loss and hardship the way any young man might (getting angry, becoming depressed, attempting to drink away his sorrows), however, he does not allow depression or anger to get the best of his judgement. This is due to a combination of his past (dealing with his mother's death, his best friend Bucky's apparent death, and living through war itself) and a natural mental fortitude. Though he is a man out of time, a man out of his element, and also outwardly world-weary, he is able to push his inherent loneliness aside and even manages to command the respect of unlikely compatriots enough to form a team that more or less has come to accept his leadership at least part of the time.
Steve has always been incredibly intelligent, quick witted and a natural strategist. While the super soldier serum equipped him with super human abilities, his innate mental capabilities, his sense of right and wrong, and his emotional spectrum was what allowed the serum to work in the first place. Steve is a capable soldier. He accepts directives and can carry them out. He is able to think on his feet and would never ask any teammate to do something he himself would not do. This does not mean that he is a blind minion to those in authority. Steve Rogers has increasingly found himself at odds with the current Army and government structure. The downfall of SHIELD from the takeover by HYDRA with Project: Insight was just start of his growing disillusionment of what the country he had loved was becoming. At direct odds with the outwardly lazy and hedonistic inventor, Tony Stark, Steve realized that he had a very different idea of what protecting innocent people and the world in general might entail. He is a firm believer in freedom of choice and views the stronger government untrustworthy and oppressive. This puts him at odds with his patriotism and his loyalty, but he is able to see his break from the status quo as standing up for the injustice of institutional corruption. Steve puts his honor first and demands to have all of the facts before he makes critical decisions. When his choices are stripped away, he chooses twice to become what the media and country might consider to be a rogue agent.
This is where he leaves off at the end of the franchise as it currently is. Steve has accepted the role of protector of the world on his own terms, guided by his own set of moral rules. He is not the idealistic boy that he once was. He is not the loyal American soldier. But he is still a super hero.
Flavor Abilities:
Steve might not have his super human abilities any longer, but he is still an expert in hand to hand combat and his body is still likely very limber and agile, allowing him to be acrobatic. Steve is also an artist and can draw both cartoons and realistically.
Suitability:
Steve Rogers is nothing short of adaptable and tenacious. Though he may no longer have a healing factor, super hearing, super sight, super strength, or increased durability in this setting, his past shows that his physical ability plays absolutely no factor in his desire to persevere through hardship in order to do what's good, right, and personally moral. Steve has a mild personality and is able to find humor even in stressful situations and keep himself mentally focused and resilient to internal and external stress factors. This will enable him to maintain composure and still work even while subjected to the horrors of the game world.
RP Samples:
Third Person Sample
Steven G. Rogers
O-462362 TA2 O
Rubbing his thumb along the edge of the dog tag, the skin around his nail catching briefly in the top notch, Steve Rogers stared through what use to be a tenement apartment in Brooklyn, very close to the home he had grown up in from the living room to where his bedroom was. SHIELD gave him this space to make him feel more comfortable but they seemed to fail to realize that this didn’t look anything like the apartment that Steve had grown up in. Where once the kitchen had done double duty as the bathroom with a board sliding across the tub to serve as the dining table, now there was a ‘breakfast bar’ of shiny granite. Someone had left the tags on the wing back chair by the window and he’d almost died from sticker shock (a term he had newly acquired thanks to Google) once he say the listed price. History books lined the shelves, dust jackets annoyingly glossy and often with the faces of the authors smiling out at him. Steve had taken to stacking those back cover down between the plainer books left right-side up. It was hard to be comfortable in a place like this.
So now he was thinking, standing at the window without looking out at the modern street. He had a lot of time to think. All of the pamphlets he read on combat fatigue before crashing in the water told him that it was a bad idea to do that. “Pound a punching bag,” they told him. “Take up knitting therapy under the strict tutelage of womenfolk,” they suggested. “Commit to an outdoor exercise routine but go at your own pace,” they cheerfully reminded.
That last one was the best one. Steve was grateful for the apartment, he really was, but it was cold and unlived in. He didn’t have any things to unpack, honestly. His shield was propped against the wall. He had t-shirts and button down collared plaid shirts in the closet. There was a half-filled sketch book, pencils, and some dossiers on the desk with the tablet computer SHIELD gave him to get acclimated to the world on the desk. He had a change of linens and that was about it. All of these things were foreign to him. Everything but the dog tags. They brought life back into focus, even if that life no longer existed.
Pale blue eyes lowered to read the stamped letters and numbers in the metal. “Steven G. Rogers,” he said out loud. “Get yourself up, pal, and get yourself moving. Now isn’t the time to sit here and mope.”
He was probably going to head to Manhattan again. He liked the trains. They still bounced you around as much as they use to. He’d go to that café under Stark Tower, have a cup of coffee, maybe work on his sketch. He’d—
The cell phone on the arm of the over-priced and ugly chair buzzed and fell onto the tan seat cushion. Steve stood fluidly and lifted it to his ear on the second ring. “Hello, this is Steve Rogers,” he said, formally, though he knew America had moved well passed the need to be formal when answering calls, even from work. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, but most of them tended to be. He was required at HQ. He was to come immediately. Steve was relieved. The world might have passed Steve Rogers by but it still needed Captain America. “Roger that. Over and out.”
Network Sample
[Steve's not the type to sit around and do nothing. It might be the easiest thing to do right now with the nights so bitterly cold that he can feel it seeping into his bones like he had many a night in that little Brooklyn apartment that they could not always afford to heat. Sometimes he actually forgets himself and fears that a cough might turn into an asthma attack-- But stranger things than old, chronic illnesses cured by the Super Soldier Project suddenly deciding to reoccur have been known to happen here in Norfinbury. Either way, he's tired of sitting here with his hands under his armpits, remembering sunny July days where a night like this might have been a relief. Though he's gotten fairly good since his 21st century de-thawing act from a few years ago with phones and tablets, using this one still feels clumsy. He is careful as he pulls the device out of his bag.]
Check for messages...
[He doesn't often talk to himself but sometimes it helps to have a checklist and it's good to get the air moving, warm and moist, passed his lips.]
Connect... Where's the-- Right, check.
[His beard has been growing in. It's sloppy. Soldiers today still keep shave kits on them in the field because letting this much growth happen, even if otherwise occupied, puts you out of uniform. Steve might have recently given himself over to being a fugitive, might once more accept that the world views him as a terrorist, but he wasn't going to let that change who he was. Evidently, who he was happened to be a soldier with pride in his outward appearance as a member of the United States' Army.]
Hello. This is Steve Rogers.
[He's stopped giving his rank. It's just not important here. Maybe it's just the paranoia of cabin fever is starting to sink in.]
We need to talk. Everyone. All of us. The time has come to unite our efforts here with a coordinated plan of attack. I'm not getting anywhere with @ADMIN. Please respond to this message. I will come to you if you are in a safe place and want to stay there.
