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Player Information:
Name: Jae
Age: 25
Contact: via PMing character's journals
Game Cast: NA
Character Information:
Name: Steven Grant Rogers aka Captain America
Canon: Captain America: The First Avenger; Avengers; Captain America: First Vengeance tie-in comic
Canon Point: Just post Avengers.
Age: Physically, between 26 and 27 years old. Birthdate-wise, he's around 94.
Reference: Wikipedia for Cap:TFA
Wikipedia for Avengers
The Marvel Cinematic Universe
I can find a download of the prequel comic, probably, if it's necessary.
Setting:
When we first see Steve we're in 1943, our time primarily spent in New York for the first half of the film; it's four years into World War Two, with rationing, propaganda, and fearmongering in full-swing despite America's grind upwards out of the Depression thanks to the industrial necessities of war. It's the world we know, really - unlike with the other films, the only piece of Marvel Movieverse canon to date that really effects Steve's reality is the idea presented and proven in Thor - the Norse gods exist, but not as gods in and of themselves. They're an alien race of vast technological superiority, former visitors to the earth - which is how the Norse legends came to be. They don't practice magic, but a science so advanced that it appears to be magic (hereafter referred to as 'voodoo science').
Certain personalities believe the legends are more than just that, and have devoted themselves to proving it. Johann Schmidt, the man who becomes known as Red Skull, is the only other person in the world to undergo the serum injections that changed Steve Rogers into Captain America. But his change was prompted by a search for a power left behind by the Asgardians, and the belief that man is man's best weapon. Schmidt finally does locate the power source he's hunting for, and uses it - in the span of a year - to develop technology that puts anything up to and including modern military weapons to shame. The Tesseract is a source of explosive power that, when channeled properly, literally annihilates living tissue and can rip chunks from some of the strongest metals in the world. Schmidt leads the Nazi's deep science division, called HYDRA - but breaks away from Hitler and his followers to pursue his own ends once he has all the pieces in place. His followers are fanatics, their faith in Schmidt cultlike, their willingness to die for him absolute.
The division Steve joins to help fight Schmidt and HYDRA is called the SSR - the Strategic Scientific Reserve - and is, in Marvel continuity, the direct precursor to SHIELD. Serving much the same purpose as special forces during Vietnam, they perform hit-and-run raids on Schmidt's facilities deep behind enemy lines, and are to all intents and purposes not acknowledged as existing by the military at large. It seems to be a coalition made up primarily of American and British military and intelligence forces. They're HYDRA's non-evil twin, essentially, though their tech levels are nowhere near those of HYDRA itself and their manpower is limited.
As far as the world at large is concerned, the conflict between HYDRA and the SSR isn't even happening; there might be occasional stories about strange technology (or, you know, UFOs, that sort of thing) seen in regions where HYDRA is active, but Schmidt and the SSR are tangled in their own very private battle for dominance. The only information people outside of the conflict are liable to get with any consistency are propagandist articles about Captain America's exploits, carefully edited to make it seem as though the missions are part of the every-day war effort.
He goes from this version of the Second World War to the modern day, where available technologies and power sources have developed (mostly thanks to Starktech) from their WWII advanced foundations into things like the Iron Man suit and its knockoffs, rip-offs, and counterparts. Aliens are known to exist now - kind of hard to miss with the whole invading of New York thing that happened in Avengers - and interplanetary travel is being researched by people like Jane Foster, a physicist who played a key roll in Thor.
The general public still doesn't know about the SSR or SHIELD, but Captain America is a well-known public figure, Tony Stark is a household name and out of the figurative superhero closet, and SHIELD has global connections and a terrifying wealth of resources that the SSR could only have dreamed of possessing.
Personality:
Steve was raised until age ten by a selfless nurse and a heroic story - his father, a soldier in the army's 107th heavy armor division during WWI, was also one of the 2% of victims killed in the field by mustard gas. To say it colored his psyche would be one massive understatement; he's tried to live the life he thought his father would want him to since he was old enough to self-actualize. Considering the fact that he'd always been unhealthy - extremely unhealthy - it's taught him a resilience and stubbornness bordering on the moronic. Once he gets an idea in his head he does. Not. Quit. He won't lay down in a fight, and he won't lay down for a bully. He'd have to be literally incapable of getting off the ground to keep himself from a fight once he's involved. One of the last things his mother said to him was to understand the difference between fearlessness and foolishness, which - while it is something he understands - doesn't always stop him from stepping past the edge of what's reasonable when it comes to standing up against bullies.
The Great Depression hit the US in a bad way shortly after his mother's death - shortly after Steve was moved from his Hell's Kitchen home to an Orphanage in Brooklyn. All things considered, he was lucky. The populations in orphanages exploded in the years after 1929, orphanages becoming refuges for children whose parents never came back after they left their kids to the state while they went elsewhere to find work, as well as the simply abandoned, the runaways, and those whose parents died. Considering the priority parentless children were given it's something of a miracle that Steve turned out to be as selfless as he did; though he couldn't have been without friends, I doubt he was close to any of those he knew. For all his warmth and empathy, he doesn't trust easily, and his first expectation has always been that he'll be tested somehow by the company of others - either physically or in his ability to take or ignore a joke.
This constant testing has instilled in him a pathological need to prove himself. To be more resilient, more persistent, more disciplined, more responsible than everyone else. If he didn't have the physical benefits that others did, he would distinguish himself in other ways.
The most significant thing about him, however, is the bottom-line reason Erskine picked him for Project: Rebirth in the first place. Steve Rogers is, plain and simple, a good man. Whether through his mother's influence, his father's legacy, his own self-depreciation, or just some peculiar accident of fate, he's an exemplar of selflessness, humility, empathy, and sensitivity to the needs of others. Even as he tries to prove himself, he values others above himself, and sees in them all the potential that others can overlook. What drives him in the film to put down the mic and pick up the shield is the determination to free 400-odd heroes imprisoned behind enemy lines, to track down his best friend/virtual brother. In every instance where he's given the opportunity to either take on the bad guy or try to save someone's life, he goes first for the save without a second thought. He values humanity. He has faith in people, faith in their ability to do the right thing if given the chance, and faith in his country and what it stands for if not all those who manage its policies.
In spite of all that, his initial relationship with the persona of Captain America was shaky at best. He wasn't the kind of person to embrace the stage - too used to being laughed at or ignored for that - and he wasn't expecting the offer of a patriotic job and a promotion to entail singing, dancing, and speeches. Over time, however (the USO and publicity circuit lasted about six months) he started to realize not only how happy his appearances made people, but how important the symbol he represented was to them. His final, true step into the position of Captain America came when he rescued Bucky and his fellow prisoners - when Bucky himself called for the soldiers to cheer the icon they'd been mocking and jeering just days before. One of the reasons Steve remains humble despite the attention and accolades is his own mental divide between himself and the hero; people aren't cheering for Steve Rogers. They're cheering for the Captain. Bucky knows him well enough to realize this, which is probably why he makes the distinction between who he's following into war. Not Captain America. The skinny kid from Brooklyn who was too stupid to run away from a fight.
It's understanding that difference that sets his WWII colleagues apart from the (movieverse) Avengers. The former know Steve Rogers and Captain America; they see where the man and the character meet, and value both for who they are and what they mean. Through experience, they're able to marry the symbol and the individual, and both are stronger for it. Pull Steve out of that time period, away from those who've experienced him as a person, and suddenly you take away that portion of humanity so essential to Captain America himself; he becomes simply the hero without the man Erskine put such faith in. Yes, Steve is still there, who he is hasn't changed, but the way those around him react to his presence does. You can't truly be friends with a charicature, which is what the public face of Captain America was during WWII. He was the USO hero who went overseas to become a real one; an image attached to headlines, not a man.
He's also set apart from them because of the values of the era he grew up in, the era whose ideals he embodies, and his own reservedness in all areas, not the least of which is personal and physical pleasure. He's never believed in indulgence - from growing up in a frugal single-parent home to the scarcity of the Depression to the rationing of the War, he's been raised to believe you take what you need and no more, and even that should be shared if there's a need. Selflessness and restraint are ingrained in him too deeply for the excess and gratuitous selfishness of the 21st century not to disgust him in some way. Heroes and true leaders in particular have no business indulging in more than their subordinates are allowed. He didn't when he was on the ground and in the field, his Colonel didn't, his peers didn't, and he holds those around him in the modern day to that same standard. Howard was an exception to the rule, but he proved himself in enough other ways that his excesses were forgiveable, even endearing.
As far as physical pleasure is concerned, Steve is still a virgin and not particularly ashamed of it. As he tells Peggy, there are several reasons for it; it's not just that no one was interested in the twiggy asthmatic who would probably break before getting half way to the finish line. He never had the confidence to get intimately involved with a woman, for one, and then after the War began it wasn't even worth considering a priority any more. There were more important things to do. He views sex as something private, intimate, and personally important; if there's no love, there's no point. Even though he fell hard for Peggy (like a giant superweapon-loaded plane into a glacier), he knew - as did she - that there was a time and a place for a relationship like the one they wanted, and put duty to country and mission first. It's kind of what he does; his own desires, needs, and dreams are all tied up in the success or failure of the mission at hand, and if it comes to a question between personal fulfillment and a selfless act for the sake of others, he'll go the second route, without question, every time.
Post-Avengers, he's started to see a purpose for himself in the modern world, but he's by no means made his peace with where he is and how he got there. He's lonely and in mourning. He lost his entire world. Not "just" his friends, not "just" the woman he loved most in the world. Everything. The world is a bright and shiny, hideously decadent reality built on the bones of the one he knew. He hates it even as he tries to figure out how he fits into it, tries to rediscover his home and his nation. He has survivor's guilt of a kind, too, the subconscious belief that for some reason he doesn't deserve happiness - that because the people he knew aren't there to prove they lived good lives, he doesn't deserve one himself. And he's angry. Angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at SHIELD for pulling him out of the ice, angry in some portion at Erskine and the serum, angry at everything and knowing none of it is fair and angry that he can't let himself be angry.
Basically, he's a bit messed up.
Just the same, he'll probably deal pretty well with being dumped onto the back of a giant turtle. His horizons, as it were, have expanded violently since his five enlistment attempts over the course of 1942. He's met aliens, learned about other worlds, and stopped an extraterrestrial invasion of earth. If anything, he'll think the turtle is just another 'realm' that he somehow got dragged to, and all he needs to do is find the right key to get home. He'll do his best to help everyone who wants a way back to find it, and will doubtless try to reach the superiors of Keeliai and see what can be done for the Foreigners, to get them off of Tu'Shanshu and back where they came from.
Appearance: Herp. He's 6'2'', two-hundred-fifty or so pounds, and as blonde-haired and blue-eyed as the imaginary Boy Next Door.
Abilities: HE'S A GOOD MAN. IT'S SUPERPOWER NOW. ALSO, IF YOU GO BY CAP:TFA, VULNERABLE ONLY TO FIRE.
But no really. As Erskine puts it, the serum takes what is already there - inside - and amplifies it. It took, in essence, the spirit of the man that Steve was and made him into more than that - it's voodoo science, we don't question. As far as what he displays during the movie, he has vastly heightened stamina, a healing and recovery rate that far outstrips that of an ordinary individual, is more difficult to injure generally speaking (he went flying off the top of a capsizing cab and hit the ground before rolling and came up without a scratch until the dude shot him, I mean really), and is strong as ten regular men, definitely. He also has a metabolism four times faster than average, which means (I suppose unless he's trying really, really hard), this here 26-year-old-virgin can't get drunk. Other than that, he's flesh and blood - he can be injured, he can be killed. All it takes is a well-placed bullet or more injuries than his body can heal.
Inventory: Khaki pants, blue plaid shirt, leather jacket, aviator sunglasses. :| Also his wallet and its contents, including one very beat-up picture of the Commandos, including Bucky, Phillips and Peggy.
Suite: Fire, one to three floors. Contrary to what you might think, Steve does have a temper, and it's much more prevalent now than before he woke up in 2012. In addition, the high-class area will probably provide more opportunities for him to explore the arts of Keeliai, and its proximity to the palace and the Emperor would appeal to him. Plus, I'd like to put him in what amounts to foreign territory - playing with contrasts between his former life and the prevalence of decadence is one of my favorite pastimes. :|
In-Character Samples:
Third Person:
Steve goes on the third. He walks the white ranks of stones like a general through his troops, names he doesn't know and won't remember, still laid up against his heart and conscience by their presence.
He's far from the only one there. Cypress Hills might have closed to special veteran internment, but there are still generations of heroes here. Some families wander, counting their way to familiar headstones or trying to find a parent for the first time. He can tell the difference. He visited his father enough times as a child to recognize the things that decades haven't changed about this place.
He passes a group from some memorial organization or other, decking out graves designated as historically significant by someone who probably never saw his countrymen die far from home. The dismissed masses with their new ghost-colored uniforms are the ones Steve pays particular attention to, the ones that he'll cry for later, when he's back in his room and alone.
It's in the character of these places to be quiet, sound eaten up by the voiceless below. Even with the graveside barbecues, laughter, patriotic ribbons and memorial flowers. Even when everything fights to feel alive with motion on one of the handful of days when noise is the norm instead of a disrespectful exception.
He's in his dress uniform, which garners him a few nods and passing glances, but not much more. If the people here recognize him, they don't show it, or maybe they recognize him and that's why they leave him alone.
Steve walks the white ranks of stones until he reaches familiar dates, names he does remember, though he's never seen the faces of the people who used them. He remembers them because he passes them almost every week, no matter what path he takes. He remembers them because this is the place where his walks always end. In the middle of children visiting grandparents, grandmothers visiting fathers. In the eyes of history, nobodies visiting nobodies, and today he's one of them. Today, of all days, he's one of them.
Just an old soldier from Brooklyn, visiting friends.
Network:
[video]
[He examines the monitor with the passing familiarity of someone who knows how this works, but isn't entirely used to it and doesn't particularly like it. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, solemn.]
Thank you, first of all, to the people who helped me out of the water and into the city. I hope some of you see this. If there's anything I can do to repay you for that, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Steve. Steve Rogers. I'm a captain in the United States Army, from Earth, or Midgard, I guess, if you're familiar with that name. This… Well, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I'm curious to know if anyone is trying or has tried to get to their homes from here.
Are there people from Earth here? Or other worlds. Anyone at all, really, who'd be willing to tell me more about what we're into here.
I'm more than willing to meet wherever you feel most comfortable.
[A pause, a nod, and he turns off the feed.]
[/video]
Name: Jae
Age: 25
Contact: via PMing character's journals
Game Cast: NA
Character Information:
Name: Steven Grant Rogers aka Captain America
Canon: Captain America: The First Avenger; Avengers; Captain America: First Vengeance tie-in comic
Canon Point: Just post Avengers.
Age: Physically, between 26 and 27 years old. Birthdate-wise, he's around 94.
Reference: Wikipedia for Cap:TFA
Wikipedia for Avengers
The Marvel Cinematic Universe
I can find a download of the prequel comic, probably, if it's necessary.
Setting:
When we first see Steve we're in 1943, our time primarily spent in New York for the first half of the film; it's four years into World War Two, with rationing, propaganda, and fearmongering in full-swing despite America's grind upwards out of the Depression thanks to the industrial necessities of war. It's the world we know, really - unlike with the other films, the only piece of Marvel Movieverse canon to date that really effects Steve's reality is the idea presented and proven in Thor - the Norse gods exist, but not as gods in and of themselves. They're an alien race of vast technological superiority, former visitors to the earth - which is how the Norse legends came to be. They don't practice magic, but a science so advanced that it appears to be magic (hereafter referred to as 'voodoo science').
Certain personalities believe the legends are more than just that, and have devoted themselves to proving it. Johann Schmidt, the man who becomes known as Red Skull, is the only other person in the world to undergo the serum injections that changed Steve Rogers into Captain America. But his change was prompted by a search for a power left behind by the Asgardians, and the belief that man is man's best weapon. Schmidt finally does locate the power source he's hunting for, and uses it - in the span of a year - to develop technology that puts anything up to and including modern military weapons to shame. The Tesseract is a source of explosive power that, when channeled properly, literally annihilates living tissue and can rip chunks from some of the strongest metals in the world. Schmidt leads the Nazi's deep science division, called HYDRA - but breaks away from Hitler and his followers to pursue his own ends once he has all the pieces in place. His followers are fanatics, their faith in Schmidt cultlike, their willingness to die for him absolute.
The division Steve joins to help fight Schmidt and HYDRA is called the SSR - the Strategic Scientific Reserve - and is, in Marvel continuity, the direct precursor to SHIELD. Serving much the same purpose as special forces during Vietnam, they perform hit-and-run raids on Schmidt's facilities deep behind enemy lines, and are to all intents and purposes not acknowledged as existing by the military at large. It seems to be a coalition made up primarily of American and British military and intelligence forces. They're HYDRA's non-evil twin, essentially, though their tech levels are nowhere near those of HYDRA itself and their manpower is limited.
As far as the world at large is concerned, the conflict between HYDRA and the SSR isn't even happening; there might be occasional stories about strange technology (or, you know, UFOs, that sort of thing) seen in regions where HYDRA is active, but Schmidt and the SSR are tangled in their own very private battle for dominance. The only information people outside of the conflict are liable to get with any consistency are propagandist articles about Captain America's exploits, carefully edited to make it seem as though the missions are part of the every-day war effort.
He goes from this version of the Second World War to the modern day, where available technologies and power sources have developed (mostly thanks to Starktech) from their WWII advanced foundations into things like the Iron Man suit and its knockoffs, rip-offs, and counterparts. Aliens are known to exist now - kind of hard to miss with the whole invading of New York thing that happened in Avengers - and interplanetary travel is being researched by people like Jane Foster, a physicist who played a key roll in Thor.
The general public still doesn't know about the SSR or SHIELD, but Captain America is a well-known public figure, Tony Stark is a household name and out of the figurative superhero closet, and SHIELD has global connections and a terrifying wealth of resources that the SSR could only have dreamed of possessing.
Personality:
Steve was raised until age ten by a selfless nurse and a heroic story - his father, a soldier in the army's 107th heavy armor division during WWI, was also one of the 2% of victims killed in the field by mustard gas. To say it colored his psyche would be one massive understatement; he's tried to live the life he thought his father would want him to since he was old enough to self-actualize. Considering the fact that he'd always been unhealthy - extremely unhealthy - it's taught him a resilience and stubbornness bordering on the moronic. Once he gets an idea in his head he does. Not. Quit. He won't lay down in a fight, and he won't lay down for a bully. He'd have to be literally incapable of getting off the ground to keep himself from a fight once he's involved. One of the last things his mother said to him was to understand the difference between fearlessness and foolishness, which - while it is something he understands - doesn't always stop him from stepping past the edge of what's reasonable when it comes to standing up against bullies.
The Great Depression hit the US in a bad way shortly after his mother's death - shortly after Steve was moved from his Hell's Kitchen home to an Orphanage in Brooklyn. All things considered, he was lucky. The populations in orphanages exploded in the years after 1929, orphanages becoming refuges for children whose parents never came back after they left their kids to the state while they went elsewhere to find work, as well as the simply abandoned, the runaways, and those whose parents died. Considering the priority parentless children were given it's something of a miracle that Steve turned out to be as selfless as he did; though he couldn't have been without friends, I doubt he was close to any of those he knew. For all his warmth and empathy, he doesn't trust easily, and his first expectation has always been that he'll be tested somehow by the company of others - either physically or in his ability to take or ignore a joke.
This constant testing has instilled in him a pathological need to prove himself. To be more resilient, more persistent, more disciplined, more responsible than everyone else. If he didn't have the physical benefits that others did, he would distinguish himself in other ways.
The most significant thing about him, however, is the bottom-line reason Erskine picked him for Project: Rebirth in the first place. Steve Rogers is, plain and simple, a good man. Whether through his mother's influence, his father's legacy, his own self-depreciation, or just some peculiar accident of fate, he's an exemplar of selflessness, humility, empathy, and sensitivity to the needs of others. Even as he tries to prove himself, he values others above himself, and sees in them all the potential that others can overlook. What drives him in the film to put down the mic and pick up the shield is the determination to free 400-odd heroes imprisoned behind enemy lines, to track down his best friend/virtual brother. In every instance where he's given the opportunity to either take on the bad guy or try to save someone's life, he goes first for the save without a second thought. He values humanity. He has faith in people, faith in their ability to do the right thing if given the chance, and faith in his country and what it stands for if not all those who manage its policies.
In spite of all that, his initial relationship with the persona of Captain America was shaky at best. He wasn't the kind of person to embrace the stage - too used to being laughed at or ignored for that - and he wasn't expecting the offer of a patriotic job and a promotion to entail singing, dancing, and speeches. Over time, however (the USO and publicity circuit lasted about six months) he started to realize not only how happy his appearances made people, but how important the symbol he represented was to them. His final, true step into the position of Captain America came when he rescued Bucky and his fellow prisoners - when Bucky himself called for the soldiers to cheer the icon they'd been mocking and jeering just days before. One of the reasons Steve remains humble despite the attention and accolades is his own mental divide between himself and the hero; people aren't cheering for Steve Rogers. They're cheering for the Captain. Bucky knows him well enough to realize this, which is probably why he makes the distinction between who he's following into war. Not Captain America. The skinny kid from Brooklyn who was too stupid to run away from a fight.
It's understanding that difference that sets his WWII colleagues apart from the (movieverse) Avengers. The former know Steve Rogers and Captain America; they see where the man and the character meet, and value both for who they are and what they mean. Through experience, they're able to marry the symbol and the individual, and both are stronger for it. Pull Steve out of that time period, away from those who've experienced him as a person, and suddenly you take away that portion of humanity so essential to Captain America himself; he becomes simply the hero without the man Erskine put such faith in. Yes, Steve is still there, who he is hasn't changed, but the way those around him react to his presence does. You can't truly be friends with a charicature, which is what the public face of Captain America was during WWII. He was the USO hero who went overseas to become a real one; an image attached to headlines, not a man.
He's also set apart from them because of the values of the era he grew up in, the era whose ideals he embodies, and his own reservedness in all areas, not the least of which is personal and physical pleasure. He's never believed in indulgence - from growing up in a frugal single-parent home to the scarcity of the Depression to the rationing of the War, he's been raised to believe you take what you need and no more, and even that should be shared if there's a need. Selflessness and restraint are ingrained in him too deeply for the excess and gratuitous selfishness of the 21st century not to disgust him in some way. Heroes and true leaders in particular have no business indulging in more than their subordinates are allowed. He didn't when he was on the ground and in the field, his Colonel didn't, his peers didn't, and he holds those around him in the modern day to that same standard. Howard was an exception to the rule, but he proved himself in enough other ways that his excesses were forgiveable, even endearing.
As far as physical pleasure is concerned, Steve is still a virgin and not particularly ashamed of it. As he tells Peggy, there are several reasons for it; it's not just that no one was interested in the twiggy asthmatic who would probably break before getting half way to the finish line. He never had the confidence to get intimately involved with a woman, for one, and then after the War began it wasn't even worth considering a priority any more. There were more important things to do. He views sex as something private, intimate, and personally important; if there's no love, there's no point. Even though he fell hard for Peggy (like a giant superweapon-loaded plane into a glacier), he knew - as did she - that there was a time and a place for a relationship like the one they wanted, and put duty to country and mission first. It's kind of what he does; his own desires, needs, and dreams are all tied up in the success or failure of the mission at hand, and if it comes to a question between personal fulfillment and a selfless act for the sake of others, he'll go the second route, without question, every time.
Post-Avengers, he's started to see a purpose for himself in the modern world, but he's by no means made his peace with where he is and how he got there. He's lonely and in mourning. He lost his entire world. Not "just" his friends, not "just" the woman he loved most in the world. Everything. The world is a bright and shiny, hideously decadent reality built on the bones of the one he knew. He hates it even as he tries to figure out how he fits into it, tries to rediscover his home and his nation. He has survivor's guilt of a kind, too, the subconscious belief that for some reason he doesn't deserve happiness - that because the people he knew aren't there to prove they lived good lives, he doesn't deserve one himself. And he's angry. Angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at SHIELD for pulling him out of the ice, angry in some portion at Erskine and the serum, angry at everything and knowing none of it is fair and angry that he can't let himself be angry.
Basically, he's a bit messed up.
Just the same, he'll probably deal pretty well with being dumped onto the back of a giant turtle. His horizons, as it were, have expanded violently since his five enlistment attempts over the course of 1942. He's met aliens, learned about other worlds, and stopped an extraterrestrial invasion of earth. If anything, he'll think the turtle is just another 'realm' that he somehow got dragged to, and all he needs to do is find the right key to get home. He'll do his best to help everyone who wants a way back to find it, and will doubtless try to reach the superiors of Keeliai and see what can be done for the Foreigners, to get them off of Tu'Shanshu and back where they came from.
Appearance: Herp. He's 6'2'', two-hundred-fifty or so pounds, and as blonde-haired and blue-eyed as the imaginary Boy Next Door.
Abilities: HE'S A GOOD MAN. IT'S SUPERPOWER NOW. ALSO, IF YOU GO BY CAP:TFA, VULNERABLE ONLY TO FIRE.
But no really. As Erskine puts it, the serum takes what is already there - inside - and amplifies it. It took, in essence, the spirit of the man that Steve was and made him into more than that - it's voodoo science, we don't question. As far as what he displays during the movie, he has vastly heightened stamina, a healing and recovery rate that far outstrips that of an ordinary individual, is more difficult to injure generally speaking (he went flying off the top of a capsizing cab and hit the ground before rolling and came up without a scratch until the dude shot him, I mean really), and is strong as ten regular men, definitely. He also has a metabolism four times faster than average, which means (I suppose unless he's trying really, really hard), this here 26-year-old-virgin can't get drunk. Other than that, he's flesh and blood - he can be injured, he can be killed. All it takes is a well-placed bullet or more injuries than his body can heal.
Inventory: Khaki pants, blue plaid shirt, leather jacket, aviator sunglasses. :| Also his wallet and its contents, including one very beat-up picture of the Commandos, including Bucky, Phillips and Peggy.
Suite: Fire, one to three floors. Contrary to what you might think, Steve does have a temper, and it's much more prevalent now than before he woke up in 2012. In addition, the high-class area will probably provide more opportunities for him to explore the arts of Keeliai, and its proximity to the palace and the Emperor would appeal to him. Plus, I'd like to put him in what amounts to foreign territory - playing with contrasts between his former life and the prevalence of decadence is one of my favorite pastimes. :|
In-Character Samples:
Third Person:
Steve goes on the third. He walks the white ranks of stones like a general through his troops, names he doesn't know and won't remember, still laid up against his heart and conscience by their presence.
He's far from the only one there. Cypress Hills might have closed to special veteran internment, but there are still generations of heroes here. Some families wander, counting their way to familiar headstones or trying to find a parent for the first time. He can tell the difference. He visited his father enough times as a child to recognize the things that decades haven't changed about this place.
He passes a group from some memorial organization or other, decking out graves designated as historically significant by someone who probably never saw his countrymen die far from home. The dismissed masses with their new ghost-colored uniforms are the ones Steve pays particular attention to, the ones that he'll cry for later, when he's back in his room and alone.
It's in the character of these places to be quiet, sound eaten up by the voiceless below. Even with the graveside barbecues, laughter, patriotic ribbons and memorial flowers. Even when everything fights to feel alive with motion on one of the handful of days when noise is the norm instead of a disrespectful exception.
He's in his dress uniform, which garners him a few nods and passing glances, but not much more. If the people here recognize him, they don't show it, or maybe they recognize him and that's why they leave him alone.
Steve walks the white ranks of stones until he reaches familiar dates, names he does remember, though he's never seen the faces of the people who used them. He remembers them because he passes them almost every week, no matter what path he takes. He remembers them because this is the place where his walks always end. In the middle of children visiting grandparents, grandmothers visiting fathers. In the eyes of history, nobodies visiting nobodies, and today he's one of them. Today, of all days, he's one of them.
Just an old soldier from Brooklyn, visiting friends.
Network:
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[He examines the monitor with the passing familiarity of someone who knows how this works, but isn't entirely used to it and doesn't particularly like it. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, solemn.]
Thank you, first of all, to the people who helped me out of the water and into the city. I hope some of you see this. If there's anything I can do to repay you for that, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Steve. Steve Rogers. I'm a captain in the United States Army, from Earth, or Midgard, I guess, if you're familiar with that name. This… Well, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I'm curious to know if anyone is trying or has tried to get to their homes from here.
Are there people from Earth here? Or other worlds. Anyone at all, really, who'd be willing to tell me more about what we're into here.
I'm more than willing to meet wherever you feel most comfortable.
[A pause, a nod, and he turns off the feed.]
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