Jones Sparrow

The Gift of the Gods

In the beginning, 6 gods created the land of Vahldir. They made rolling hills, great thundering mountains, peaceful plans, rich forests, and arctic tundras. They also created Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, wild life, man, and Alituums (a mixture between birds and humans). All these races got along, building civilizations and towns. Elves scattered to the shorelines and forests, Alituums controlled the high mountain tops, Dwarves took to inside mountains, and humans settled wherever they could. The halflings seemed to exclude themselves from interactions with the other races, and soon, most forgot what they looked like. The most impressive were the Elven Alituum cities.

Wanting their creations to get along, Osnryn, the king of all gods and god of strength and will, assigned a Supreme King to rule the land of Vahldir. The First King named Aleden was the first to receive the gift of the Gods. The capital of the High Kingdom was a large and beautiful city named Silveredge. Politics were soon put in to play as the years went on, and for the time, everyone was happy... The gods soon created more species such as Centaurs, gnomes, goblins, mermaids, and giants... But even the most beautiful of fruits has a rotten part in them.

The Dwarves found unlimited riches, and humans being naturally greedy, wanted to take those riches. The political side of the kingdom tried to bargain for a small portion of it, but the poor cities near the dwarven colonies couldn't stand it much longer. War started to rage. The greedy and power hungry again the High Kingdom. As war started in Vahldir, the Gods chose sides to be on. The naturally good and light gods sided with the High Kingdom. Osnryn the god of will and strength and the king of all gods was joined by Onlor, God of hunting and stealth and Nicosa, Goddess of life and good health to side with the High Kingdom. Osnryn's brother Rorrt is the god of Darkness. He along with Ashar, goddess of pain, and Dardrao, god of greed sided with the corrupt.

What started with greed turned to be a war on good and evil. Those who were loyal to the kingdom and wanted unity stayed to fight, while the corrupt were offered riches and power. War raged on. The creatures in Vahldir were pawns in the game of the gods, and to help win, both sides created more and more. Trolls, Orcs, witches and wizards, dragons, basilisk, imps, faries. Most of these creatures stayed neutral in the war. And from these new forms of life, new gods started to form.

Lors, son of Osnryn was the god of wit and cunning. Nyst was the goddess of luck and fortune, and Burim was the god of technology stood to help fight for Osnryn. But Antai, brother of Nicosa and god of death, Imser, god of fear, and Rothen brother of Onlor and god of shadows joined Rorrt.

For the majority it seemed the kingdom had an upper hand under the rule of Aleden thanks to the gift of Osnryn... The other gods soon gave gifts to other people of Vahldir. They were both tasked to win for both sides. The clan of Light and Darkness were sent out to pursue and kill the other gifted ones. The only god who didn't give a gift was Rorrt.

Just as Aleden stormed the city of Dorden home of the rebellion, Rorrt finally gave his gift upon the Supreme King's most trusted friend named Fusos... And in the grasp of uniting the land, Aleden was stabbed by his friend. Without the leader, the clan of light soon went with him. The High Kingdom crumbled. but no one was safe from the tyrant Fusos. He also killed the clan of darkness. He was the only gift bearer. He was warned by Rorrt himself though, that there will be more. 100 years from now there will be people to join and oppose you.

Fusos didn't age thanks to his gift, and the aid of Rorrt. He killed and slaughtered anyone he thought to be bearing a gift. And for generations, the land of Vahldir was in darkness. Everyone was separated in their own kingdoms. Anywhere other than large cities were in constant fear of being attacked by bandits and hunters. For 500 years the gift bearers were not heard from. But there was still good in this world... and one true heir. Unknown to most of the kingdom, Aleden and his wife had a son, and when the kingdom fell, he and his wife was taken to a Halfling town far from the war.

The family Aleden of Silveredge soon left the town, where the heritage became farmers of a smaller village, to mayor of a port town, to now a outlaw said to be helping small towns.

The age of darkness is soon to come to an end. The heir to the throne seeks to take it back, but he must find the gift bearers to help him on his quest. Rorrt has told Fusos but he thinks nothing of it. It won't be an easy task, and he will recruit not only gift bearers, but anyone willing to lend a hand in this battle. The High Kingdom will reign again!

Gods

Light Gods

--Onsryn: King of Gods. God of Power and Will. Brother to Rorrt--- Gift bestowed upon Rilden, Son of Thaimos[Jones Sparrow]

--Onlor: God of Stealth and Hunting-- Gift bestowed upon Chiron the Quick[DragonBeastMode]

--Nicosa: God of life and good health--- Gift bestowed upon Robyn Voss, Daughter of Percival Voss[xRobynx]

--Lors: son of Osnryn. God of cunning, and intelligence-- Gift bestowed upon Angelo de Ortega[Jangel13]

--Nyst: brother to Lors, Daughter of Osnryn. Goddess of luck and fortune-- Gift bestowed upon Culpho The Magnificent[Thedreadpirate]

--Burim: God of technology and crafting-- Gift bestowed upon Shoma Othea, Daughter of Kalnirkrum the Giant[LovelyAnastasia]

Dark Gods

--Rorrt: Brother to Onsryn. god of Darkness and Corruption

--Ashar: Goddess of Pain and Misery-- Gift bestowed upon Theron[Sturmgewehr]

--Dardrar: God of Greed and wealth-- Gift bestowed upon Oarden Tiaold[Anvil]

--Antai: brother of Nicosa and god of death-- Gift bestowed upon Warlyrnd[Orotomo]

--Imser: god of fear[reserved]

--Rothen: brother of Onlor and god of shadows--- Gift bestowed upon Jamlamin Milner[Enalais]

Major Cities

--Silveredge: The old capital of the High Kingdom. Has a large clean stone wall with towering forts and houses. It used to be the safest place in Vahldir, but once the kingdom fell, it has now become a place of crime and corruption. Sits where the large rolling hills and the great mountain ranges meet.

--Rayacre: The largest Elven City of the land. Right near the shoreline with hundred of waterfalls pouring off the edges. Large wooden cabins and homes, also the wealthiest and one of the safest cities hidden behind the large forests.

--Faycrest: The home to the halflings. A small and cozy town that most of the people in Vahldir don't know about it. Farthest town to the East.

--Faywynne: The large mountain top city of the Alituum. Located on a high mountain top right above a valley.

--Dorden: Home to the tyrant Fusos. Slavers, thieves, and murderers all dwell in here. Also high prisoners of war are kept for torture.

--Gig Harbour: Major port town. All fishing and naval trade eventually meet here... Also known for smuggling.

Races (only a few are named)

--Elves: Immortal beings who excel in archery. They are noble, wise, and appreciate the smaller things. They tend to use politics over war, but they are highly skilled in anything they do.

--Humans: Usually give in to darkness quicker. Humans are mortal, headstrong, and can be a mix of it all. The most fierce warriors in legend come from man

--Dwarves: Short creatures that live in the caves of the mountains. They excel in mining and heavy weapons and war. Short tempered, strong willed, and love treasure.

--Alituum: A mixture of bird and man. They live high up in the mountains, and are noble like elves. They live for about 200 years. They have sharp claws and teeth, making them aerial fighters. The most wise of the species, and the most strict

--Halflings: A mixture of dwarf and man. They are very short, and tend to keep to their own kind. They love music, drinking, and are simple creatures. They are the known for their amount of hope and faith.

--Centaurs: a mix of Man, and horse. Centaurs are very noble, and respectable. They are nomadic, and tend to be neutral in fighting, although if they feel threatened, they won't hesitate to fight. skilled archers, and very intelligent.

--Orcs: Fallen elves who gave in to corruption. They only want to eat and kill.

RULES

1)If you have an idea for a race, or a person on the quest, please send me a PM!
2)Treat everyone with respect!
3)I HIGHLY RECOMMEND BEING A GOOD GUY! It gives you more time to write and feel involved, I don't want the bad guys just plotting and sitting there.
4)This will be a RP with a ton of elements! it won't always be fighting. It'll have romance, comedy, action, adventure, stealth, all that!
5)you don't have to be a Gift Bearer, I think it'd be a ton of fun to be a companion hahaha
6) if you have a problem with anything anyone posts, or says, please let me know so I can help resolve the problem!
7)No one here is going to be OP, you will win fights, and lose some. that's how it rolls hahha

FORM:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
Bio: doesn't have to be long
Personality:
Faction:
Gift: gift bearers only
Weapon(s) of choice:
Relationship/loved ones?:
Other:

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Name: Rilden, Son of Thaimos, House of Aleden

Age: 25

Race: Human

Appearance: Long Dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. Has scruffy beard, Tanned from the traveling, and scars across his body from his days of adventuring. Has a branded mark of a flame on his wrist from being tortured in Dorden.

Bio: I was told the stories of the Great King, like most kids do. How he was fair, and kind, and loyal, and led a group of people blessed by the gods... And how that Great King will return with his group yet again. And that I was intended to do great things... But until then, my father intended me to be a child first, before I grew up. I grew up in Hallsgrave, a small village known for its bars just a day away from Faycrest (if you knew the way). I was an assistant to the barkeep, and when I wasn't working for him, I was helping my father build the home he dreamed of when he was a boy. It was clear that everyone hated the Legendary Fusos, and that everyone has to keep their mouth shut at it. But that didn't stop my family.

They would tell me time and time again that we were related to the High King, and to prove it, we had his sword passed down from generations, waiting for the day that the gift bearers would help us gain power again. It was inspiring, hearing the stories, and how I wanted it to happen to me. The adventure, the battles, the hope that there is something to rid this land of people! But that inspiration soon left me.

When I was 16, I went on an errand to deliver some ale to a local town not far. When I returned, there was a frenzy waiting for me. Fusos men came charging in, and were looking for my family. I ran back home to see all the hard work my father put in to it was now a pile of ash, human remains visible... My father was laid to rest like his work. Angry, and scared, I ran after the men who killed my father. Although it was brave, it was very stupid. Going against a large fleet of highly trained and merciless fighters wasn't the best idea I had. Before I was about to charge I was soon stopped by a man I never met. An elven male who claimed to know my father. As proof, he handed me the family sword. He was said to take me in. To train me in skills that I would never learn back home. I agreed, and soon joined a group of rebels and thieves determined to fight Fusos in any way possible. They were known as the Lapsa

There were a mix of men, elves, humans, Centaurs, dwarves, I even saw my first glance of an arituum. I learned archery from the perfect elves, swordsmanship from warriors fighting since they could hold an axe. I learned to hunt, to heal, to speak the languages of the land, they never let up on me. They saw the ancient weapon I held. They knew who I was, and they were going to harden me up before anyone else could. For the second time in my life, though, my belief in this fight was starting to fail. We were ambushed one night, friends I had grown to being slain in front of me by orcs and man themselves. I fought off as much as I could before I had to retreat with the survivors. Soon, I lost hope, and did my best to take care of myself. I stole from the corrupt, I never killed unless I had to, and when people needed help, I helped them. Other than that, I kept to myself. I became infamous. "The High King" they would call me. It didn't take long for me to get caught. I had my blade before though, giving it to a member of the Lapsa.

I was taken to Dorden to be questioned about the man named Rilden. I used a fake name, and since they had to proof I was him, I was let go... but not without them branding me, and torturing me to know what I did. Luckily I have a strong will. Others weren't so lucky. Young men and women of all species, screaming, yelling, begging for mercy... It changed me. The boy that once dreamed of having a peaceful, happy place to live was back. Once I was let go, I returned to my things, and started something I should have done a long time ago: To find the gift bearers, and if they are around, to help me fight back for the High Kingdom.

Personality: Very brave and headstrong. Has a strong will, and is hard to betray those who have helped him. Although it may not seem like it at times, he cares for all those in need. Very quick thinking, cunning, and can be a charmer when need be. He did live with thieves after all. If respect if shown, he will give it back. Doesn't discriminate against any race except the ones meant for evil. A classic hero personality

Faction: Thief, Outlaw, but ultimately the New High Kingdom

Gift: Gift of Onsryn, but has no idea he bears the gift

Weapon(s) of choice: Fortis, the blade my ancestors held before me, an elven bow, and a dagger for hunting.

Fortis

Relationship/loved ones?: If you are interested, let me know!

Other: Doesn't know he is destined to bear the gift of Onsyrn.

A fantasy role play!

MissCapnCrunch said
I would be interested, but would like to play a parahuman-ish character. I would like to play a deer mixed person.I guess other creatures could be centaurs, mermaids, fauns/satyrs of that sort. (: Just curious if that is something that could be implemented or experienced here. If so- you can count me in too!

I totally forgot about those types! I will totally add them, but they'll be more of the secondary races hahaha

Yog Sothoth said
I'm interested, I have three suggestions for races that could be playable along with Human, elves and dwarfs. Gnomes, Goblins and Brownies, does that sound like a cool idea?

Those are pretty good as well!

So what I was thinking on doing with the plot that there were these primary races made in the beginning, but as war raged on, the gods on both sides start creating more creatures to help fight for their cause, so Centaurs are considered noble and respectful creatures so they would be naturally good, but probably neutral in the fight, as Goblins would be more darker and nasty creatures, so they would be more on the dark evil side. Although gnomes, and mermaids and all that could be neutral as well

I started to get the OOC running again after I forgot to save it yesterday, so it'll be done today hahaha

A fantasy role play!

Thank you for the advice, I'll keep all of those in mind hahaha, I'm only thinking about bringing a new species in here, but if any of you would like to add your own, please let me know hahaha

So I was a bit in to the OOC when my computer crashed, and it deleted most of it, I forgot to save it for a bit, so the OOC is going to take a bit longer to be posted, i'm sorry everyone! But it will be up hahaha

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Captain America turned to see 13 walking out of a room as soon as he turned the corner. The more he looked at her, the more he felt like he knew her. It would have been so obvious if the lighting was better, he wasn't running from an army, and worried to death about Sharon. She seemed to not look at him much though... Did he offend her? At the moment, he didn't seem to care. he had his agendy, and she had hers. it seemed like they both messed each other's up. he caught the gun, and cocked it, making sure it was ready to use if their friends come back. They started to run, and soon hit a dead end. Steve was looking all around for alternatives. If he had to he would go and fight his way out, but before he could tell 13 their options, he heard a noise coming from behind him. The loud humming soon melted away the wall, and he wasn't surprised to see Tony Stark in his suit, and other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rushing in to help.

Steve was about to ask something until 13 climbed in to Stark's arms, and he quickly flew away... Probably to fondue. He was now left with the agents storming the place.

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He searched the place for Sharon. he even asked if people knew who she was. No answers. They did find some pant legs in the bathroom though, and an unconscious man. Defeated, he made his way back to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. As he climbed out of his suit and back in his civilian clothes, he closed his locker to see Natashia behind the door. "How did you get in here?" Steve asked, looking around.

"Sharon Carter. That's who your neighbor is." She said in disbelief.

Steve sighed. "Yeah. She's my neighbor--"

"Do you know what she does? Who she is? and that's the girl you took out on a date?" She asked with a playful smile.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Computer tech... she says she helps people... Why do you care?"

She shook her head with a smile. "Nothing... I guess you'll find out soon." And with that, she walked off.

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Steve had to take a cab back home. His motorcycle was being rebuilt at the moment courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D. He was very confused and worried about what happened to Sharon... Maybe that wasn't her. Maybe she was just on his mind way too much... But what did Natashia mean today? "you'll find out soon?" He opened his apartment door, and before he walked in, he stopped... He had to know if she was okay. If she wasn't there, he will have to charge in the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ and demand to see Agent 13 to find out what happened. He turned, and walked to her door, knocking lightly at first, and after a couple of seconds, he knocked louder. "Sharon?" he called out, hoping she was in there, safe, and tired from her safe and boring day.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

It didn't surprise Peter when she said she wanted to meet him too, but he would expect her to not be so willing to see the man who tried to kill them. The meal was great as always, he left a tip, and together they set out as the snow started to fall in New York City. Peter was very hesitant to go back in to the park. Peter acted brave and hid behind humor, but in reality he was very much afraid those things he saw... but Lexi's hand was warm. They weren't in a costume, and it was a very special night for them. Peter and Lexi walked in to the center of the park, snow was starting to stick on the ground around them, and snow falling in Peter's messy head. Her hands traveled up his body, and it never failed to make him feel amazing when they did. Her words were loving and caring. It was incredible to hear those words.

"I love you too, Lexi Rogers." He kissed her lips again. "Happy three months... and i'm sorry." He said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. When she asked for what, Peter held up his hand to reveal a snow ball. He placed it on her head, and gave a smile. "Don't hate me!" He said with a laugh, backing up. Knowing his girlfriend, she was going to come back for revenge. This was a declaration of a snowball war.

A fantasy role play!

Working on the OOC now!

How many gift bearers should we have, though? I was thinking 12, 6 for each side. If you have an idea for a gift, please let me know what it is, and what side it would be so I can add it to the OOC!

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

As she talked, Steve seemed to get a bit frustrated. She was clearly on a mission. He respected that. But what he didn't like or understand was that there was someone in here in need of help, and she didn't even bother to inform him on where she was. How was he supposed to believe that? "And with all due respect, ma'am." Steve said, his tone was professional, but had power behind it. "I have these beliefs. And since it seems like you know me, these beliefs might be outdated in this time, but I am not here for the item S.H.I.E.L.D. wants. I'm here for a life that is on the line because of these actions." He said, staring at her with his blue eyes.

He heard the crash, they only had a few more seconds before they were greeted with gunfire.... He had no choice now but to believe her. She seemed confident... And it should be obvious that the blonde who lived across the hall from him was the same blonde who was now holding a gun. He wasn't sure why he couldn't put two and two together now. Maybe it was because he didn't want to think that Fury assigned an agent to follow him... and that he would fall for that same agent.

As they walked down the halls, he heard the footsteps getting louder and louder. "There they are!" He heard someone yell. He instinctively pulled off his shield, turned, and held it up, standing in front of 13 to receive most of the bullets. As he provided cover for them, 13 was firing at them. She had pretty amazing aim.. probably would beat Natashia too. He peered over the rim of the shield to see what exactly they were up against. One man was already dead on the floor, while it seemed three men were on them, but more were soon to come he guessed. "Start stepping back." he said through the gunfire. They started to retreat farther in to the hall until they reached a corner. He stepped behind it, then looked at her.

"When I throw my shield, start shooting. They'll be distracted." he said. he started to count down from three on his fingers, and when he was done, he turned and threw his shield. it ricocheted off the wall, and in to a man's head. Sadly though, he was grazed by a bullet without his weapon. It grazed the strap that held the helmet to his head, and it got a small part of the side of his chin. "cover me until I get my shield, then get out of here with the case. I'll keep them busy."

Steve then charged out of the corner, running for the shield that was on the floor. 13's cover fire providing him some extra time. he dove for his shield, and in the middle of grabbing it, rolling back up, and hiding behind his shield, his helmet fell off, showing his face now. He came towards them with the shield, swiping a gun away again, taking the man's arm, twisting it, and kicking him in to the others. He was halfway in the hall, and more men were coming. He now had no helmet, no gun, and an army to keep off while 13 went to go get a case. he managed to take out a couple more until he heard. "fire in the hole!!!"

A man tossed a grenade in to the hall. Steve's reaction time was so fast, that he could dodge a bullet point blank. Now he was using it to stand up, and swatting the grenade back at them using his shield. He started to run, putting the shield back on his back as he tried to reach the corner without getting hit by another grenade. That should keep them busy, though, as he heard the grenade explode.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Steve Rogers listened to her talk, looking around as he did so. Fury already sent an agent in here. Was she undercover? Did she know where Sharon went? As she beckoned him to follow her he just stood, trying to think about his options. Although he was told to get the case, he was much more concerned about finding the woman that he was falling for. "I can't leave yet. There was a girl I know that was taken. I'm not going anywhere until I find her." He said, looking at her. If he were to look at her closer he would see a resemblance of Sharon Carter and this mystery woman in front of him. But the lack of her hair up, glasses, wearing cut off shorts, and the fact that there was also Sharon and the enemies on his mind made him not really see her as someone he knew.

"You undercover? Do you know where they took her?" He asked, the shouts from the men getting louder, but he didn't care. He would fight a whole army to make sure Sharon was safe... She did have a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent type feel to her, so he wasn't concerned about her betraying him... Little did he know that she had been lying to him for a bit now.

A fantasy role play!

awesome! hahaha i'm glad so many of you are interested, and willing to help me out! I don't want anything to be EXACTLY like the Lord of the Rings world, so while creating the OOC, if there are things are a bit too similar, just let me know haha. I would still like elves to be immortal, and be perfect when it comes to archery, and dwarves to be cave dwellers, but we could also have different sub categories for them, and if you guys have ideas, i'd love to hear them!

And as for that reincarnation idea, I really like it! and it takes time for that spirit to get strength to be reborn again, so it'll be like that! The people with the gifts might find out that they are chosen by like a message, or flash backs of previous' gift bearer's lives and stuff like that, it'd be pretty cool to do something like that hahaha

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

"Stand down, Rogers. We will get other soldier to go and get the woman--"

"With all due respect sir, you and I both know that that won't stop me from going in there."

A short pause. "You sure are a tough soldier to tame, Rogers."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Just make sure the woman, and the case is secure. And bring them back here."

"Understood."

As soon as Steve fell off his bike he chased after the van. He was beyond determined to find the people who kidnaped Sharon. He had a call from Fury shortly after watching the van drive in a warehouse. He didn't plan on sitting on the sidelines as his neighbor and closest thing he had of a friend... whose a girl.. was taken by some thugs. As soon as he was done with his small talk with Fury, Steve made his way to the warehouse, making sure he was stealthy as he could.

The warehouse was cut off by a large gate, but Steve wasn't afraid of it. He easily climbed over it, landing behind large cargo crates. he peered around the corner to see what exactly he was up against. Five men patrolling the front, all having a station, and zone... alternating. Piece of cake. This was someone Steve was made for... literally. He took in a deep breath, took off his shield, and in a fluid motion rolled off the edge of the crate, and threw his shield. It made direct contact with a man's chest. He flew backwards and in to the dock.

Steve was already running when the shield flew back in to his hand. He leapt up and hit another man in the head, falling unconscious. He turned to see two men aiming rifles at him, and the other rushing in to the warehouse, probably to tell the rest of the men... great. He started to run towards more cargo crates as he heard the door open, and shouts. He ducked behind the crates as bullets hit them, and around his head. he really wished he brought a gun. He leapt out of cover, crouching behind his shield as he advanced closer to the lines. He didn't want to go through the middle, or they would easily surround him. He needed to pick a side, and let them come to him. The more he dealt with these guys, the more Sharon was in trouble!

Behind cover yet again, He glanced at where the men were, and then threw his shield. It ricocheted off a crate, and hit a man. During the confusion Steve made his way out of cover again, diving for his shield, going in a roll, and holding it in front of his crouched body as the bullets went flying at him again. He charged, shield out, and swiped away the gun with the shield, then head butted him. He kicked the guy back. he went soaring and hit another gunman. Before any of them could get up, Steve ran for the entrance to the warehouse.

He dragged a large box in front of the entrance to keep everyone out. He didn't need guests in here while he was searching for Sharon. As he walked through the aisles of cargo of the warehouse, he came to the center where a chair was. The dust and footprints of everyone showed that it was recent... Where did they take her? He scanned the room until he heard a loud crash coming from the back, where the offices were held. Steve quietly made his way there.

Stepping in to the hallway, Steve silently began his search, his shield in front of him. As he stepped in a certain part, the old warehouse gave in, a creak sounding through the halls. He stood still for a few seconds, trying to listen for anyone who heard the creak... satisfied that no one was coming, he went down the hall, and turned the corner to be face to face with a blonde haired woman holding a gun at him.

Steve held up his shield, ready to hear gunfire... but she didn't seem to be concerned about shooting. He peered over the rim of the shield. The very attractive blonde stared at him star struck, the gun seemed to be lowered... and Steve didn't feel like she was going to be a threat. There was something about her that was familiar... The military fashion of her holding a gun, like Peggy... her eyes showing that same professional tone, but also showed that she was clearly surprised to see Captain America in front of her.