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Ill get up a reply once I'm home fRom work

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Excellent. But I must sleep now. Work and all that. Ugh. Night night.

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Will work on this more tomorrow. G'night ya'll

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Name: Steven “Steve” Rogers

Age: 94 years old, physically in early 30’s late 20’s

Alias: Captain America

Appearance|Suit:

Appearance|Regular:

Abilities:

Though Steve possesses no abilities on his own, perhaps the most common thing he is known for is his ‘super-soldier’ capabilities having been injected with the Super Soldier Serum created by Howard Stark. His strength, agility, reflexes, healing, endurance, speed and durability are all at a ‘super’ level, practically ten times stronger than the usual human being. His body continually circulates the serum and therefore these abilities never ‘wear off.’

This serum also enhances his metabolic functions, granting him other abilities as well such as being able to bench press 1200 pounds, and running a mile in 73 seconds (49 MPH). It is because of this metabolic enhancement that he was able to survive being ‘frozen in time’ for so many years, and it also keeps him immune to toxins such as getting drunk, noxious gasses and even hypnosis.

Coming from a time of war, Steve is also an expert tactician and field commander. Over the years he has blended judo, kickboxing, gymnastics and western boxing into his own blended style for combat fighting as well as being a master in various methods of martial arts. Because of his military knowledge, he is also very practiced and well learned in combat strategy, survival, military strategy, piloting and demolitions.

With his shield, as he has had much time to practice, he is able to throw it into a group of men, knocking them all down like bowling pins. He can also ricochet his shield with accurate precision when needed and even use his shield with ‘boomerang’ type effects when able to focus on the angles.

Personality:

Steve is just an all around-patriot with a deep love for his country and everything that is America but doesn't hesitate when he sees an opportunity to make America even better. He is a very dedicated friend and has a set group of ideals. Steve is also against oppression, which is why he is particularly irritated about the current mutant/meta human registration as he believes that it violates their constitutional rights. Steve is also very stuck in the past, always dwelling on his times during World War 2 and still sometimes finds it hard to believe just how much times have changed. Steve will never risk an ally willingly, nor would he let any citizen die if he can help it. He also holds no animosity towards any country and will give a helping hand to any who may need it, as long as their views are the same.

Bio:

Born July 4th 1920 to poor Irish immigrant parents Sarah and Joseph Rogers. Stereotypically called the 'scrawny kid' throughout his entire childhood up until his late teens, Steve tried and tried again to enlist for World War 2 and time and time again he was shot down because of his small stature. Steve didn't know his father well, he died from alcohol poisoning when Steve was just a boy so he was solely raised by his mother who also died from pneumonia when Steve was in his late teens. It was during one of these attempts to enlist in the army when General Chester Phillips took an interest in the boy. He saw loyalty, bravery, and compassion for his country and Steve was automatically swooped up for a project they called Operation Rebirth. It was a simple operation...develop America's army's into the ideal 'super soldier.' Make them taller, faster, stronger, more durable and less likely to die. The project had never gone successfully however, but Steve didn't care. Whatever he could do to help, he volunteered whole-heartedly.

Miraculously, Steve's body accepted the serum (created with the help of Howard Stark) and his body overcame drastic changes. He had grown to 6'2", 240 pounds of pure muscle. Everything about him was amplified. He could run as fast as the cars could drive, he could swim deeper and hold his breath longer, he could lift things he never even imagined anyone else being able to lift...and he did it easily. He went through three months of extensive training, adapting his new skills to the tactics he had already learned as a boy. Then HYDRA attacked, and Steve was sent on a mission to stop Red Skull from turning the war...and the rest...is history...

The shield given to Steve is all the vibranium known in existence. The scientists who had first discovered it burned the formula so that no one might discover it's secrets. Since then, scientists have tried and tried again to replicate the same durability into a metal that could match Captain America's shield, and by reverse processing they were able to come up with adamantium, but have yet to re-create vibranium.

Now that the fiasco in New York and the Thunder God had been taken care of, Steve made himself scarce, especially when hearing about Nick Fury's dismissal. Steve is known all around the world as Captain America, and everyone knows him as Steve Rogers. There are many groups out there that want to see Steve and the rest of the Avengers pay for damages caused by the alien attack, and even serve time in prison. Steve sees things differently however, that the justice system has been corrupted, and so he jumped at the first contact he had received from Tony Stark for their new mission, not only to clear his name, but every other unjustified American out there fighting for their freedom as well.

Misc:
Steve is still pretty broken up about his 'girl' back during his time and has wondered time and time again if there might even be a chance that she is still alive. He knows that she would be old, or have either died of old age and doesn't know which one would be harder for him to find out, therefore he hesitates.

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nighty night Roman

In other news...I really don't want to go to work tomorrow

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Gonzo said
I'll post tomorrow, for sure.

oh c'mon! I put off physics for you! lol

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Nice one The Roman :D

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lol he's such an ass, and I haven't even began with him yet...

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

mk so Jean, Domino and Beast are the only ones that have thusly gotten involved.

Whispers of Trinity *limited

Name
Rorick Shatterfell

Age
25

Gender
Male

Class
The Allegiance

Appearance


Personality
Rorick has the heart of a lion and the bravery of a thousand war generals. Unfortunate timing of the splitting of the family robbed him of his childhood and any relationships that would have blossomed during this time and therefore his more sensitive side is a bit hardened; but his intentions are pure and his loyalty goes without saying.

Skills/abilities

As leader of his army, Rorick is excellent in all types of combat…

Hand-to-hand (Expert)
Archery (Decent)
Two handed Weapon (Alright)
Sword and Shield (Master)

He is also an excellent horse-back rider and is practiced with the 'peasant-like' chores of his kingdom. (He is often seen in the surrounding areas helping to chop wood, dig ditches, gather food, or anything of the sort. He's not afraid of good, hard work.)

History
*See IC OP History*

Whisper post

Whisper

Whisper Post

It was a brisk autumn morning and I was miles from my castle. Being an early riser for as long as I can remember, I greeted the early morning light as the warm orange glow kissed the tops of the trees and surrounding mountains. I was only fourteen physically, but the years of hardship following after my family's division robbed me of such innocence of a child and therefore in spirit I was closer to my twenties. Using my dagger, I shaved off a piece of an apple I had picked from an apple tree nearby and fed it to my horse who eagerly snatched up the juicy treat. I smiled as I patted the magnificent beasts neck and felt the fingers of the morning rays pierce through the thicket of trees and warm my face. the serenity of the morning was then immediately broken by a loud female scream.

I quickly turned my head in the direction of the scream and saw a woman, no older than 25, running quickly through the forest as if her life depended on it. And with another look I soon realized why. Five men on horses were hot on her trail, three with their bows drawn and firing arrows at the woman and the other two with their swords drawn. A quick look at their armor told me that they didn't belong to my kingdom, but that of my younger brothers whom I share a boarder with. Anger pulsed through me as I jumped onto my horses bare back and kicked him into a full gallop, chasing the men that had been chasing the woman.

Coming upon the fifth soldier trailing behind with his sword drawn, I stood up slowly on my horses back before jumping onto the soldiers horse and with the element of surprise on my side, I managed to punch him off of the horse after stripping him of his weapon. I didn't dare to watch as the soldier rolled off over the hill and over the cliff that I rode beside. By taking out the swordsman, I had lost both speed and time as the woman and the others reached the edge of the cliff; there was nowhere for her to run. The bowmen once again notched their arrows, planning on spearing her execution style which set my soul on fire. Had I been paying attention while I rode the stolen horse as fast as I could make him go, I would have seen a delicate blue orb hovering by my head. I reached the edge of the cliff where I reared the horse and jumped off, putting myself between the women and the bowmen.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted as I pointed the stolen sword at the soldiers. I expected a laugh in return as I was still quite small and the sword was nearly as long as I was tall, but instead the bowmen quietly lowered their bows, their eyes trained on something just above my head.

Looking up in the direction of their gazes, I spotted a bluish orb dancing above my head. It was much like a spec of dust only much larger and it seemed to be alive. I too felt myself grow quiet as this being above me seemed to fill my heart with serenity and peace. There was a sense of playfulness as the very top of my head hairs seemed to be grabbed by the orb. I saw it float down and then suddenly...it was gone, almost as if it had melted inside of me.

"Enough of this! Kill her!" The lone man with the sword said, seeming to be the first one to shake the calm from himself and the bowmen responded by raising their weapons once more.

I immediately felt this strange warmth envelop inside of me, like that feeling you get when you slurp up a bowl of hot stew on a cold winters day. For a split second, I felt incredibly light-headed and began to see stars in my vision but when I blinked, it was as if I were looking through someone else's eyes. The colors were vivid, the details were crisper. If I had known any better, I would assume that I was seeing out of the eye of a bird.

The arrows were released and my new keen senses seemed to be able to watch them in slow motion, but I too was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, a burst of light emitted from my chest, the impact making me raise off of the ground for a few seconds, just floating there before this HUGE bird formed from the light that came from me and flew up, using his wings to deflect the arrows as time seemed to resume it's natural course. With the arrows now clattering to the earth below, the bird folded it's fifteen-feet wingspan back into it's six-foot tall body, Had it not been mostly transparent, I wouldn't have been able to see the faces on the soldiers who now ran with terror at the large bird now creating a barrier between the woman, myself and the soldiers.

"Return to your king..." A voice seemed to echo through the forest, but from what I could tell, no ones mouth was moving. "and inform him that this girl you hunt is dead. Only then will I let you return to your kingdom in peace." And then...just as suddenly as the bird had revealed itself...it had vanished once more into a tiny blue wisp of smoke that seemed to linger around me.

"You have bonded with your whisper, Prince Rorick..." The woman said wisely behind me, looking quite proud, much like a mother looking down proudly on her son.

She now resides as a nursemaid in my castle.