Post by captainamerica on Oct 7, 2011 22:53:10 GMT -5
StevenGrantRogers
Name: Steve Rogers[/center]
Nicknames: Captain America, Cap, Captain, Stevie
Age: 26 - 80 [Depending on the timeline, plot]
Birthday: July, 4th 1922
Species: Super Soldier/Human
Canon or Original: Canon
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Play By: Chris Evans
Height: 6'2
Weight: 220lbs.
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blond
Body type: Athletic/Peek Of Human Physique
Likes: Cheeseburgers, Drawing/Painting, Random Acts Of Kindness, Good Will Towards Man, Saving Lives
Dislikes: Hitler, The Red Skull, Ill Will, Rudeness, Disassociation
Habits: Workaholic
Fears: Not Being Able To Save The World In Time, Thunderstorms
Strengths: Leadership, Courage
Weaknesses: Conflicts Of Interests, Reliving The Past
Powers: 4x That Of A Normal Human Metabolism, 4x That Of Normal Human Strength.
Personality: "What makes a man, a hero?"
That's the question I get most often... Truth is, there is no official definition for what makes a hero; there is a mixture of things. Different scenarios that give forth an opinion of what classifies and sets apart man from a hero. In my past there are some things I've done that I'm not that proud of; In my present I wouldn't be the better man that I am today if it wasn't for the things that I've done or learned from yesterday.
Everything we go through, everything we see; You may not know it now but it shapes our character in the future. Though I may not be proud of my past, I have no regrets for it and what I've done; no matter how good or bad it may seem. The ability to find fortitude and think positively, while keeping up moral is in my nature; so if you ask me what makes a man a Hero, I'd say it'd be the actions of selflessness, integrity and humanity. Thous actions provide you with the fuel of courage to protect others, wisdom to advise thous around you and the honor of gratitude.
Mother: Sarah Rogers [Deceased]
Father: Joesph Rogers [Deceased]
Siblings: None
Other Family: Steven Rogers - Ancestor [Deceased]
Friends: Bucky Barns, Sgt. Nick Fury And The Howling Commandos, The Invaders, All-Winners Squad, The Avengers, X-Men, Many More...
Enemies: The Red Skull/Hydra, Nazi's/Hitler, Baron Zemo, Arnim Zola, Baron Von Strucker, Winter Soldier, Many More...
Home town: Brooklyn, New York
Current residence: California, West Coast Avengers Mansion
History: I remember growing up in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, New York; born in the year 1922 to Sarah and Joesph Rogers, Irish immigrants that fled to America in 1910 during World War I. From the beginning of my memory, I recall my father being close with the bottle, much similar to Tony Stark but my father was a different kind of drunk... He had his own demons which had manifested from his own alcoholic father and his own addiction to alcohol. My mother and I were usually the victims of his intoxicated rages that sent me flying into walls and my mother with black eyes. However, my father went overseas into the depths of World War I; we never saw him again and that was something to be thankful for. It's not a fair fight when your father is 6'4, weighs about 260 pounds and already had a hereditary temper.
Me and my mother soon moved in just down the street form one of my best friends James Buchanan "Bucky" Barns and his father but we didn't meet until he saved me from getting my self into a bit of trouble with the bullies of the neighborhood. I have a lot to thank Bucky for however, he could never understood why I didn't run away from a ensuing fights. I used to tell him that if I ran then I would just keep running and that never solved anything. Our meeting wasn't by coincidence, not in my eyes; we met for a reason and if it wasn't for our future conversations [in the past], I wouldn't be Captain America, today. The day we had met, I had been walking around the block; looking for something to draw but of course, the weak attract the bullies. I had been chased into a nearby alleyway and there, I was being beaten for about a good ten minutes before James had stopped the attacking fist with one of his own. From then on, it was hard to separate us; he is and will always be like a brother to me.
World War II had just begun when I graduated from high school at the early age of 16, however my mother was sick with tuberculosis and dying in a hospital bed. She only lasted six months after she had gotten sick... There isn't a day that goes by where I don't wonder what she would say about my life now or Bucky's for that matter.
The winds of change weren't to far off, four months went by after my mother's passing and I found myself taking classes in Works Projects Administration [WPA]. Fine arts was my trade, heck, you could even say I was born to paint; I've been able to draw at a collage level since I was 8, however... my depression at the loss of my mother had put me in a rather harsh slump, my creativeness didn't feel the same anymore. Art, the one hobby I enjoyed had turned into a emotional roller-coaster; whenever I picked up the brush, all I could paint to in my head was images of my father's abuse and my mother's sickness. These emotions, thoughts and feelings had pushed me out of my work, which at the time... I was also paper boy on the corner of Memphis and 53rd.
My 18th birthday, July 4th 1940; America was now well involved in World War II when it had only just recovered from World War I. My heart had led me to this point, having saw the serials on the Theater Of War; all the pain and the senselessness of it all had made me a bit aggressive in striving for a better future, one without bullies; not only for myself but also the people around me and children of the future. I tried to join the Army/Air Core and was rejected, needless to say. They plastered that big red stamp that said 4F, all over my file. Yet, no matter how bad my physical fitness was, that did not hinder my persistence to fight for my country, my beliefs and my freedom. I wasn't going to take "No" for an answer; so I undoubtedly tried to enlist in various different places, under various different addresses until Bucky had warned me that if they found out about this, I'd go to jail but in that same evening; someone finally heard my pleas. Dr. Abraham Erskine.
He explained to me after my examination that I seemed to have the heart but my physical ailments, such as Asthma and Chronic Bronchitis had barred many of my options. He then mentioned a volunteer program called "Operation Rebirth", elaborating much detail of the process and it's main goal. He seemed very hopeful for me being the best suited for the program and of course I volunteered! Wouldn't you?! Remind you that I was a 5'5 male with a weak constitution and only weighed 150 pounds at the time. The next day Bucky had been shipped out for boot camp and before I knew it, my best friend had left for war in the 107th.
It was during basic training, two days before the project was executed that I met all the scientist involved in making the dream of Super Soldiers to win the war, a reality.
Dr. Abraham R. Erskine: The projects lead biochemist and physicist.
Howard Anthony Stark Jr.: The projects technologist.
Dr. Josef Reinstein: The Psychologist whom was later reviled to be a spy.
Me and Howard had found friendship, often he would seek me out at Camp LeHigh just to bounce ideas off of me for my specialized weapons. We soon collaborated ideas into a conclusion of what my costume would look like. I still didn't have a codename yet... Almost immediately after my transformation, Dr. Erskine was shot in cold blood by Dr. Reinstein; who blew his own cover by shouting in German that Hitler would kill America at the moment he shot the good Doc. Of course I took him down! I had muscles now! Giving way to the first sight of a Super Soldier in battle before them, the scientist had all realized there bitter-sweet victory. The loss of Dr. Erskine left everyone in a rather somber mood for a while but there wasn't much time to grieve for me; I still had much more left to do but General Chester Philips wanted to keep me under wraps. I wouldn't have settled for that but it was an order and I was still a soldier, so, instead the Senator of New York asked if I'd like to still help the war effort by soliciting Bail Bonds. I became an America symbol over the span of just a few months but soon, I was being sent to Europe to perform a USO show for our troops.
The moral of our troops sunk so low that they had booed me right off stage, no sooner, Peggy Carter; my Military Lesion, had told me about the capture and deaths of over one-hundred and fifty men as the reason for the lack or moral. No one was doing a thing about it, everyone was somber and just waiting for further orders; however, I remembered that Bucky's platoon was part of the 107th and the fifty men that had booed me off stage where the only fifty that came back from the mission they were sent on. I chilled me to the bone to think that my best friend, my brother, could've been killed in action; so in taking matters into my own hands... I grabbed a helmet, put on a coat, grabbed a gun and readied my shield for battle. I had a feeling that Bucky wouldn't give up without a fight and I was right to assume because I didn't just come back with him. I came back with the one-hundred and fifty men that where P.O.W. and about two-hundred others from various allied forced in Europe.
All in all, you know where this is headed because if you haven't heard of Captain America by now... then you've must've been frozen prior to World War II and just woke up.
-Captain America
Steve Rogers
Name: Brandie
Age: 24
Contact: brose@japan.com / placid_grey@yahoo.com
Other characters: None
Phrase in rules: Quote Your Sources
Role play sample: The Captain stared at the sea as his felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, with a heavy sigh; the Captain lifted his cell from his jacket pocket and answered, viewing the caller I.D. he let out another sigh as he brought the phone to his ear. "Rogers."
"Hey, Steve, it's Nick. I have a favor to ask of you... now I know you're on your leave of absence but this is off the record."
"Nothing is ever off the record anymore, Fury... What's up?", the Captain sounded a bit cynical about the others motives but even Nick Fury changed when the war was over. The only ones that about stayed the same, stuck in time was himself and Bucky Barns; whom was in S.H.I.E.L.D custody due to his alter ego as "The Winter Soldier".
"Well, this is, just hear me out a sec, Cap before you get any ideas... I know you too well."
"Cut the crap, Fury, cut to the chase. What's the favor...?", he asked getting over the argument before it began.
"Alright, well, I heard from a little "Birdy" that Colossus is back in the states and he's tryin' to live a straight edge life, much like yourself. No more costumes, explosions, fist fights and showdowns; which concerns me to ask why you're doing the same thing... seeing as that's not very becoming of your personality St-..."
The blond cut him off before he could utter another word, "Don't go there, Nick... It's very dark and depressing, leave it alone. I'll overcome it when I'm ready but for now, I just want a normal life... is that okay with you? I fight for the American dream and I don't even get to enjoy it, cut me some slack for once; I'm not in the mood to spell it out for you."
This application was made by Krissy, lyrics from Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin. Please do not steal!
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