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Name(s):
Dr. Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse // Agent 19 // Mockingbird // Roberta Moores
Powers And Abilities:
Intelligence: While not a super-power, Bobbi possesses near genius level-intellect, which was further refined with the serum and S.H.I.E.L.D. training, making her an excellent biochemist and tactician.
Martial Training: Bobbi graduated S.H.I.E.L.D. training top of her class, in no small part due to her talent in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. She prefers to fight up close and personal, armed with a pair of battle staves capable of holding an electical charge, and connecting and extending together to form a bo-staff.
Weapons Training: As an agent, Bobbi is highly trained in the use of most firearms and combative equipment.
Espionage: Having been a spy much longer than a hero, Bobbi possesses all the skills that come with the trade. She is technologically literate, perceptive, and an excellent liar.
Toxin Resistance: What some consider acute paranoia, to Bobbi is plain common sense. During her time as an agent, she began building up her resistances to a number of readily available poisons and toxins. Her efforts were accelerated with the SSS treatment.
Peak Human Performance: A side effect of the serum has left Bobbi's body in better form than an olympian's. While hardly the strongest being alive, she can lift half a ton, sprint at nearly 50km/h, and avoid most direct attacks completely.
Hyper-regeneration: The final known side effect of the procedure that saved her life. Bobbi's injuries last barely a quarter as long as they should. Anything short of death is unlikely to put her out of commission for more than a week.
Martial Training: Bobbi graduated S.H.I.E.L.D. training top of her class, in no small part due to her talent in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. She prefers to fight up close and personal, armed with a pair of battle staves capable of holding an electical charge, and connecting and extending together to form a bo-staff.
Weapons Training: As an agent, Bobbi is highly trained in the use of most firearms and combative equipment.
Espionage: Having been a spy much longer than a hero, Bobbi possesses all the skills that come with the trade. She is technologically literate, perceptive, and an excellent liar.
Toxin Resistance: What some consider acute paranoia, to Bobbi is plain common sense. During her time as an agent, she began building up her resistances to a number of readily available poisons and toxins. Her efforts were accelerated with the SSS treatment.
Peak Human Performance: A side effect of the serum has left Bobbi's body in better form than an olympian's. While hardly the strongest being alive, she can lift half a ton, sprint at nearly 50km/h, and avoid most direct attacks completely.
Hyper-regeneration: The final known side effect of the procedure that saved her life. Bobbi's injuries last barely a quarter as long as they should. Anything short of death is unlikely to put her out of commission for more than a week.
Origin And Backstory (Must Be A Single Paragraph Long):
An accomplished bio-chemist turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to somewhat-sanctioned vigilante. Bobbi put together an entire team of agents herself to help sniff out the leaks in S.H.I.E.L.D. and ended up losing them all after a year long chase. While officially Barbara Morse was KIA, in reality she survived due to an emergency treatment using the experimental 'super soldier serum'. After a more than full recovery, she was tasked to complete her mission under the new call-sign 'Mockingbird' with a new team at her disposal.
What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:
In addition to searching for Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. opted for the next best thing; creating a new one. Instead of a perfect, poster child solider, they ended up with a morally grey, slightly unhinged spy. Bobbi is still very much a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., a sort of guinea-pig for how the serum works and whether it would be appropriate to use on others. As such, her roster of villains will eventually include members of A.I.M. and Hydra.
For the time being she is continuing the hunt for Delanden.
For the time being she is continuing the hunt for Delanden.
Supporting Characters:
Twitchy: Digital mastermind, a former hacker hired by S.H.I.E.L.D. specifically to oversee Mockingbird's missions, offering digital reconnaissance, and generally help keep her alive.
Bangs: A S.H.I.E.L.D. engineer specializing in demolitions.
London: An 'employee' of S.H.I.E.L.D., but one without any official title. Has contacts in the highest of places and an seemingly endless amount of favours to call in.
Dr. Wilma Calvin: A former close collegue and Bobbi's 'physician' when it comes to monitoring her body and the changes brought on by the serum injection.
Nick Fury: Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and responsible for the creation of Mockingbird.
Jessica Drew: A former friend and fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operative from before Bobbi's year-long chase for Delanden and his crew began. One of the many who believes her dead.
Dominic Fortune: A veteran turned soldier-for-hire/arms dealer formerly based in Jersey.
Carl Delanden: Rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had been selling information and tech from the agency for years. Managed to escape after Moris' original plan went to hell.
Lotus Newmark: A crime boss based in L.A.
The Death-throws: A gang of criminal jugglers.
Bangs: A S.H.I.E.L.D. engineer specializing in demolitions.
London: An 'employee' of S.H.I.E.L.D., but one without any official title. Has contacts in the highest of places and an seemingly endless amount of favours to call in.
Dr. Wilma Calvin: A former close collegue and Bobbi's 'physician' when it comes to monitoring her body and the changes brought on by the serum injection.
Nick Fury: Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and responsible for the creation of Mockingbird.
Jessica Drew: A former friend and fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operative from before Bobbi's year-long chase for Delanden and his crew began. One of the many who believes her dead.
Dominic Fortune: A veteran turned soldier-for-hire/arms dealer formerly based in Jersey.
Carl Delanden: Rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had been selling information and tech from the agency for years. Managed to escape after Moris' original plan went to hell.
Lotus Newmark: A crime boss based in L.A.
The Death-throws: A gang of criminal jugglers.
Sample Post:
The name was a rough enough start. Mockingbird seemed oddly long for a call-sign, but better than Miss. America, or Justice-Bringer which was more in toe of what Bobbi had been expecting after hearing the truth about her recovery; the serum, Fury, her team, and the roughly eight-hundred strings attached to her new life. In all, being called Mockingbird wasn't the most pressing issue.
That was belonged to the wings. Glowing wings. She'd expected them to present her with a set of speakers next, to blare theme music as she descended from the fucking heavens to save screaming damsels.
"I will plummet to my death before ever putting those to use" She really should have been more careful with her mouth. But seeing as her social circle had a grand tally of two since leaving the clinic, she could be excused for venting at the one who was seeking out excuses to keep her in the labs.
"You'd choose to die?" Dr. Calvin spoke calmly enough, but her hand was squeezing Bobbi's arm as tightly as the blood pressure pump.
"Don't go twisting my words Wil, I passed all the psych tests."
"No one will blame you if you're not ready." Had the woman ever met Nicholas Fury?
"I'm more than ready. Honestly, it's staying cooped up in here that'll drive me batty." That earned her a non-committal hum.
The rest of the test was completed quickly enough. Despite Wilma not being a medical doctor, and Bobbi being herself, they'd managed to develop a rhythm. Blood pressure, blood test, heart, reflexes, eyes, ears, cognitive function. Naturally all was better than fine, still, Wilma hesitated before signing the form.
"Has Nick told you about today?"
"As much as he tells me anything."
"They're giving you a new team Barbara." That was a punch in the gut. Bobbi managed to keep her face neutral, keenly aware that the doctor was still monitoring her. Judging her.
"Will be nice to see some new faces." She responded coolly.
"Loosing people is hard, loosing people under your command can be worse. It takes time-"
"-We're done here yeah?" Bobbi had enough, signature or no. She stood from the exam table and was out the door before Calvin had the chance to speak to her again.
The rushed exit coupled with the unlit hallway allowed the ambush get the drop on her. A grapple around her arms slammed her into the wall. She pushed back against the wall, charging the assailant against the one opposite, instantly breaking his hold as he fell to the ground. But there was never just one. Bobbi unclasped her battle staves and clicked the ends, a quiet hum of electricity warmed her palms as she released the first straight down the hallway the same second a gunshot went off. That threw her off more than the attack itself; they'd never allowed guns before.
She was low enough for the shot to go wide, and sure enough there was the satisfying thud of another body hitting the floor. The lights turned on to reveal two motionless S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not badly injured but making no moves to stand again either. Bobbi jogged over to the second to retrieve her weapon, frowning at the rifle in the agent's hand before continuing on.
"Guns?" She demanded as Fury came into view, waiting just outside the training room.
".22 caliber, barely would have felt it with the suit on. No better way to test your reflexes." Well, it beat Wilma's worried condescension.
"Try full-autos next time"
"Come on, there are some people you need to meet."
That was belonged to the wings. Glowing wings. She'd expected them to present her with a set of speakers next, to blare theme music as she descended from the fucking heavens to save screaming damsels.
"I will plummet to my death before ever putting those to use" She really should have been more careful with her mouth. But seeing as her social circle had a grand tally of two since leaving the clinic, she could be excused for venting at the one who was seeking out excuses to keep her in the labs.
"You'd choose to die?" Dr. Calvin spoke calmly enough, but her hand was squeezing Bobbi's arm as tightly as the blood pressure pump.
"Don't go twisting my words Wil, I passed all the psych tests."
"No one will blame you if you're not ready." Had the woman ever met Nicholas Fury?
"I'm more than ready. Honestly, it's staying cooped up in here that'll drive me batty." That earned her a non-committal hum.
The rest of the test was completed quickly enough. Despite Wilma not being a medical doctor, and Bobbi being herself, they'd managed to develop a rhythm. Blood pressure, blood test, heart, reflexes, eyes, ears, cognitive function. Naturally all was better than fine, still, Wilma hesitated before signing the form.
"Has Nick told you about today?"
"As much as he tells me anything."
"They're giving you a new team Barbara." That was a punch in the gut. Bobbi managed to keep her face neutral, keenly aware that the doctor was still monitoring her. Judging her.
"Will be nice to see some new faces." She responded coolly.
"Loosing people is hard, loosing people under your command can be worse. It takes time-"
"-We're done here yeah?" Bobbi had enough, signature or no. She stood from the exam table and was out the door before Calvin had the chance to speak to her again.
The rushed exit coupled with the unlit hallway allowed the ambush get the drop on her. A grapple around her arms slammed her into the wall. She pushed back against the wall, charging the assailant against the one opposite, instantly breaking his hold as he fell to the ground. But there was never just one. Bobbi unclasped her battle staves and clicked the ends, a quiet hum of electricity warmed her palms as she released the first straight down the hallway the same second a gunshot went off. That threw her off more than the attack itself; they'd never allowed guns before.
She was low enough for the shot to go wide, and sure enough there was the satisfying thud of another body hitting the floor. The lights turned on to reveal two motionless S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not badly injured but making no moves to stand again either. Bobbi jogged over to the second to retrieve her weapon, frowning at the rifle in the agent's hand before continuing on.
"Guns?" She demanded as Fury came into view, waiting just outside the training room.
".22 caliber, barely would have felt it with the suit on. No better way to test your reflexes." Well, it beat Wilma's worried condescension.
"Try full-autos next time"
"Come on, there are some people you need to meet."
