Waiting to hear back from @Bounce to get a sense of what I can do in terms of a role for present day Namor in this bad boy... but I'll work within whatever he allows anyway...
So without further ado...
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
"Through all the long years... through all the bloody wars I've seen... one truth still rises above the rest! Freedom never come easy. And death... death is never fair."
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Steven Rogers _________________________________________________________ Undefined (Date of Birth: 07/04/1918) | Single _________________________________________________________ U.S. Army / S.H.I.E.L.D | American
N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S
A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY * Absolute Peak human across the board due to the Super Soldier Serum. * Agelessness. Steve Rogers was medicated with an elixir in Granny Goodness' Orphanage that cursed him with the inability to die from the natural aging process. This was designed to rob his mind of the hope for death to bring him sweet release from the interminable torture he would be made to endure. -
T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL The Shield - Two and a half feet in diameter, weighing twelve pounds and comprised of an unbreakable vibranium/proto-adamantium alloy. Perfectly balanced, and seemingly able to absorb everything and anything. Sidearms - Twin M1911A1 Colt .45 pistols. Regular issue from his WWII days in the U.S. Army. Generally remain holstered. Armour - Steve Rogers wears a unique kevlar-weave highly durable chainmail which is too heavy and expensive for common regular usage. It provides high level protection to most conventional forms of attack. Steve also carries a small utility belt with mission specific tools and ordnance, and a S.H.I.E.L.D issued communication device (smart phone) of Stark design which he is still coming to terms with, and jokingly refers to as 'Motherbox'.
Nobody else gets the reference. -
N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Yes. - Dude... it's Captain America. He's ridiculously skilled across the board. If it's a thing that can be done, he can probably do it. Except for program a VCR. Because he wasn't on earth when VCR's were prominent. -
T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Artist - Steve Rogers is a naturally gifted artist. -
T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...
Captain America's tale has spanned for almost a hundred years. Steve Rogers, rejected by the US Army during World War II as a sickly, weedy lad, was accepted upon recommendation by Dr Abraham Erskine for Project Rebirth. The singular successful administeration of the Super Soldier Serum of the doctor's own design, and became the recipient of a unique prototype shield, comprised of an alloy which included a rare element of which limited knowledge existed at the time.
'Captain America fought alongside his partner James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes and the Invaders - a group formed to take down the worst of the Axis forces, comprised of the synthetic human android 'Jim Hammond' who would burst into flames when exposed to oxygen, his young orphaned human ward Toro the Flaming Boy with his circus background, and Prince Namor the Sub-Mariner of little known Atlantis who joined the allies after Nazi divers were found encroaching on soverign Atlantean territory.
They cut a path through to Germany, seeking to bring an end to the Reich and Hitler's rule. Hitler spun off an 'unconventional armourment' division of the Nazi war machine, under 'Hydra' their efforts had many faces. With Joseph Goebbels in charge of the forward facing propaganda machine and 'Public Enlightenment', numerous Generals in charge of conventional warfare and stretching and spreading the Allied forces, it was Johann Schmidt who was left in charge of finding a final solution that would bring a swift and decisive victory to Hitler and the Reich.
As the Allied forces battered against the Nazis, Hydra became more desperate, seeking solutions less from technological and innovate leaps in science and more into strange new places in the occult. Delving into dark, forbidden and oft forgotten lore of old gods and new.
The final month must have seen some kind of impressive breakthrough, as strange and fantastic new technology and weaponry flooded the final German lines as the forces had all but converged on Berlin. Schmidt fled to Eagle's Nest - Hitler's holiday home high up in the Bavarian Mountains thirty kilometres south of Salzburg.
Conventional troops remained and maintained their action, striking against Berlin in what would be Hitler's last days, whilst Captain America and the Invaders - more adept at dealing with his unconventional tactics and resources - followed the wily Schmidt, who by this time had become known as Codename: Red Skull in communications.
Eagle's Nest proved treacherous. The Kehlsteinhaus was highly defensible, perched upon a sub-peak of the perilously armed Hoher Göll, Hitler's 'holiday home' was commissioned by the Nazi Party and furnished for official and social functions. But the Allies had it surrounded as they scaled, so the only formal diplomatic meeting Schmidt could possibly hope to engage in was one with Steve Rogers fist.
Surely.
The winds and snow proved difficult for Hammond and Toro to overcome. It even managed to slow Namor, previously thought to be a tank of immense power, as his path were met by scores of armourments fit for purpose in targeting the haughty Prince.
Rogers even saw Bucky Barnes fall by the wayside, disappearing down the snow covered slopes away, echoing calls fading into the abyss.
Captain America became more determined to see that the losses earned on this day would not be in vain.
Finally breaching the premises, Captain America found the trimmings and decor to be overly furnished. Even for Nazi top brass. This was waiting for someone or something. It was laid out for a state visit.
It reeked of an ambush.
And of course Schmidt met the drama of the situation. His voice echoing through the hall. The spiel, the strength of blah-bla-blah. Schmidt liked to talk. Rogers had lost too much to talk.
The two men pulled sidearms. Rogers struck first and true. But he could have sworn he heard laughter along with the final rustle, emanating from the Red Skull.
And then the sound.
BOOM!
Well before the sight. It was all encompassing. From everywhere all at once. He was in the middle of it.
And then he found himself in a space between places. Looking up at the darkest of all visages.
Darkseid is.
A suitable name, for one who would come to represent the sum of all fears.
This being controlled all in his domain under a totalitarian rule that could only have been the true aspiration of Schmidt and those he'd been fighting all these years.
Rogers was whisked away to the Pits. To 'The Orphanage', which was either a torture chamber, a 'rehabilition center' or a breeding ground for all the darkness of one's soul.
Here he was to undertake a pattern of being broken and reassembled and broken again, physically, mentally and spiritually until he would no longer be able to see the joins or cracks evident of the fact he was once a different being, before he could finally be put to use as an ever-obedient tool for the use of 'Granny Goodness' and Lord Darkseid. Here in this place where the passage of time had no meaning and hours and centuries had no meaning. For in a place without time, how could hope exist? A second Rebirth to have him born anew as a being with no self beyond the whim of Darkseid.
Or at least that was the plan.
Having been given an elixir which would prolong his life to match the interminable term of his duration, a man who had been cursed to never know complete death, was gifted his own life back once more.
By a man called Scott Free.
A daring and miraculous escape, utilitising all of the tools at his disposal - motherbox, his aero-discs and the wonderful Multi-cube soon gave new meaning to the Sentinel of Liberty who once again had found his freedom, even from the darkest pits of despair.
'Mister Miracle' as he announced himself, had heard tell of a captive from one of Darkseid's interests, a strange world now on the scope of the Master of Darkness, He of the Omega Sanction. Moving against Darkseid cost him a valuable asset, Big Barda - one of Granny Goodness' own Female Furies - who had been providing intelligence on the movements of the forces of Apokolips. She had to be removed from her place for her own safety. Not that she seemed to mind, she seemed somewhat taken with the idea of instead fighting by Scott Free's side, rather than working and worrying about him from her post.
Captain America was boom tubed back into our world. A new world, of lattes and laptops. Of sushi and streaming.
A world of prolonged peace. And compromise in the interest of maintaining such a prolonged peace.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
I'm bringing a global Captain America to the game. One who operates on the global sphere, wouldn't think that needs to be said, but a lot of the times in these games Captain America gets stranded on home shores defending the nation, when I think he's best suited away from home where his movements are less prone to politicisation by domestic elements. On foreign shores, he's trusted by the people to be acting in American interests, and in the case of this RP those interests will mostly be in protecting liberty and freedom from tyranny and justice at length. Hopefully by actually stating my intent, I can live up to it and keep him working on that level mostly.
This is a Captain America who saw the rising spectre of fascism both abroad, and attemtping to take hold with fifth columnists at home. He's seen how darkness can look to take grip.
He's also witnessed Apokolips. Where such darkness and tyranny is absolute, in true totalitarianism.
He's well versed in the fragility of liberty, freedom and the intrinsic value therein. Not just in seeing how it can slide away, but how hard it can be to penetrate the darkness once it's truly able to take hold.
Given that @Hillan is portraying Orion, it might be worth checking with him too if you haven't.
My only hope of writing is when I have child care during the week, so the idea of posting anything during the weekend is out for me.
More or less the same reasoning, I do most of my writing at work during loading times or lunch. Evenings and weekends are dominated by a pint-sized tornado.
Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Reluctantly retired roleplayer. <br><br>Except when I'm not.<br><br>Why are you here when you should be writing posts?<br><br>You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.</div>
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