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supershouldery) wrote2017-01-03 01:38 pm
supershouldery) wrote2017-01-03 01:38 pm
Little Hades Character Info
💀 Player Information
Name: Tans
Age: 29
Contact: PM or discord @ girldissolving
Characters In-game: None
💀 Character Information
Name: Steven Grant Rogers
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Canon Point: During the Dr. Erskine's Project Rebirth experiment in Captain America: The First Avenger.
Age: 23
Description:Steve's a small man, measuring no more than 5 feet and four inches. He's blonde hair, blue eyed and sharped featured in that way that's half-bone structure and half the fact he's on that side of skinny which edges into gaunt. There's still indicators that maybe if he hadn't been a walking magnet for illness and ailments and hadn't grown up during the Depression, he may have been a bigger sort of guy : broad shoulders (relatively), larger hands.
They're just hints, though. He's firmly, squarely in 'shrimp' territory.
Physical changes: Upon dying and entering Heaven Steve developed a set of two pairs of small, impeccably white wings. The first set sits just below his shoulder blades and reaches down to his waist. The second are seated low around his mid-back and reach down to hip-level.
Powers: None
History: Wiki
Hell Status: Angel Transfer
What Brings Them To Hell: Is it all that strange to say he feels misplaced in Heaven? Steve wouldn't go ahead and declare himself someone who deserves Hell and all it's delights but upon arrival at the point in which he did -- in that very moment that could change his life and show that he could do something more than his physical limitations and the baggage that came with him allowed.
Heaven is nice. It's good. It's easy and yeah, a little boring. In Steve's mind heaven is more a reward for a good life's work and he's a little merciless in criticism when it comes to looking back at his own.
Or you could just boil it down and say the guy is always itching to get himself into some sort of trouble.
Almost like he's got something to prove...
But, you know? The possibility that some other angel vaguely insinuated that he wouldn't last a day down in the ranks of those Damned and the Doomed probably had him packing his bags that very evening.
The Pitch:
Great legends with humble beginnings, right? Good things in small packages, you know? Both of those things fit right on when it comes to Steve Rogers. There's no question he's good. Tack a Capital G' on that and call it a day.
But Good doesn't always mean flawless, perfect or kind. Good doesn't mean that there isn't a world-shaking streak of recklessness about the size of the...mmmm? The Atlantic lurking inside. Steve's the Littlest of Little Guys. The Underdog that jumps the fence into muddy, boot-strewn pastures. He's that voice saying the unpopular opinion, though it's the truth. He's that person doing the right thing, going the extra mile to protect others to the point he jumps on what he fully believes is a live grenade to sacrifice himself for the good of the rest of the men he's training with. You know, after the four or five times it took for him to try and enlist. It took that many times because the army looked at his impressive laundry-list physical limitations and wondered how he managed to stay alive in the first place (read: sheer stubborn will in the blood). Every rejection dug him in deeper, making him ignore the fact he was breaking the law in lying on his application.
The guy wants in the army so bad he, Brooklyn-bred, claims to be from New Jersey once.
He's the kind of soul that burns bright, hard and fast. It's not easy keeping up with him because sheer proximity puts out the demand for the people around him to be more themselves. He inspires and backs up what he preaches with what he does.
There's doubt. Of course, there's doubt. Steve grew up in the sort of society that reveres the hyper-masculine. He's used to being found lacking in pretty much everyone eye's but three specific people. Bucky Barnes (that sort of best friendship which lasts a literal century), Dr. Abraham Erskine (your actually friendly mad-scientist who picks Steve over every other candidate for the super-solider serum), and Peggy Carter (see definition: queen). They matter to Steve. Enough that he's got some serious shame in dying when he did, the way he did.
But?
The truth is everything that made Captain America, Captain America was already there before Steve got a chance to pick up a shield. Integrity, Intelligence, Loyalty, Courage, Sass. All Dr. Erskine's heroic and injectable jello-shots were meant to do was provide a way for those to be enhanced.
Setting Fit: Hell's going to be challenging in a much different way from Heaven for Steve since Heaven feels a little too secure and safe feeling to be comfortable or spread his wings. He'll be dealing with the fact he died right in the middle of his big chance and let down people who truly believed in him which isn't going to be a quick fix no matter how little he talks about it aloud. It's not likely that being dead and knowing that he can't 'die' permanently will make him any more conservative in the least. He might swing more reckless, as long as there's actual reason for it. But being in Hell means there's always going to be something to fight for.
He's just going to be introduced into all the shades of grey.
Since there's other people he knows (specifically, his best friend) in Hell, he'll be pretty invested in their well-being and making sure they're safe. Bucky's a limbo case, a mystery, and he might be able to help him instead of it being the other way around all the time. He definitely won't be idle while he's down there. And he's interested in being able to form his own opinion about Hell instead of taking it on the word of other angels.
The fact that Hell's not too fond of angels won't be jarring for him in the least, though. That's pretty on par with how his life went. The real test will be what happens when a good man, a honest man, gets presented with only bad choices to pick from. Hell seems pretty keen on those.
Name: Tans
Age: 29
Contact: PM or discord @ girldissolving
Characters In-game: None
💀 Character Information
Name: Steven Grant Rogers
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Canon Point: During the Dr. Erskine's Project Rebirth experiment in Captain America: The First Avenger.
Age: 23
Description:Steve's a small man, measuring no more than 5 feet and four inches. He's blonde hair, blue eyed and sharped featured in that way that's half-bone structure and half the fact he's on that side of skinny which edges into gaunt. There's still indicators that maybe if he hadn't been a walking magnet for illness and ailments and hadn't grown up during the Depression, he may have been a bigger sort of guy : broad shoulders (relatively), larger hands.
They're just hints, though. He's firmly, squarely in 'shrimp' territory.
Physical changes: Upon dying and entering Heaven Steve developed a set of two pairs of small, impeccably white wings. The first set sits just below his shoulder blades and reaches down to his waist. The second are seated low around his mid-back and reach down to hip-level.
Powers: None
History: Wiki
Hell Status: Angel Transfer
What Brings Them To Hell: Is it all that strange to say he feels misplaced in Heaven? Steve wouldn't go ahead and declare himself someone who deserves Hell and all it's delights but upon arrival at the point in which he did -- in that very moment that could change his life and show that he could do something more than his physical limitations and the baggage that came with him allowed.
Heaven is nice. It's good. It's easy and yeah, a little boring. In Steve's mind heaven is more a reward for a good life's work and he's a little merciless in criticism when it comes to looking back at his own.
Or you could just boil it down and say the guy is always itching to get himself into some sort of trouble.
Almost like he's got something to prove...
But, you know? The possibility that some other angel vaguely insinuated that he wouldn't last a day down in the ranks of those Damned and the Doomed probably had him packing his bags that very evening.
The Pitch:
Great legends with humble beginnings, right? Good things in small packages, you know? Both of those things fit right on when it comes to Steve Rogers. There's no question he's good. Tack a Capital G' on that and call it a day.
But Good doesn't always mean flawless, perfect or kind. Good doesn't mean that there isn't a world-shaking streak of recklessness about the size of the...mmmm? The Atlantic lurking inside. Steve's the Littlest of Little Guys. The Underdog that jumps the fence into muddy, boot-strewn pastures. He's that voice saying the unpopular opinion, though it's the truth. He's that person doing the right thing, going the extra mile to protect others to the point he jumps on what he fully believes is a live grenade to sacrifice himself for the good of the rest of the men he's training with. You know, after the four or five times it took for him to try and enlist. It took that many times because the army looked at his impressive laundry-list physical limitations and wondered how he managed to stay alive in the first place (read: sheer stubborn will in the blood). Every rejection dug him in deeper, making him ignore the fact he was breaking the law in lying on his application.
The guy wants in the army so bad he, Brooklyn-bred, claims to be from New Jersey once.
He's the kind of soul that burns bright, hard and fast. It's not easy keeping up with him because sheer proximity puts out the demand for the people around him to be more themselves. He inspires and backs up what he preaches with what he does.
There's doubt. Of course, there's doubt. Steve grew up in the sort of society that reveres the hyper-masculine. He's used to being found lacking in pretty much everyone eye's but three specific people. Bucky Barnes (that sort of best friendship which lasts a literal century), Dr. Abraham Erskine (your actually friendly mad-scientist who picks Steve over every other candidate for the super-solider serum), and Peggy Carter (see definition: queen). They matter to Steve. Enough that he's got some serious shame in dying when he did, the way he did.
But?
The truth is everything that made Captain America, Captain America was already there before Steve got a chance to pick up a shield. Integrity, Intelligence, Loyalty, Courage, Sass. All Dr. Erskine's heroic and injectable jello-shots were meant to do was provide a way for those to be enhanced.
Setting Fit: Hell's going to be challenging in a much different way from Heaven for Steve since Heaven feels a little too secure and safe feeling to be comfortable or spread his wings. He'll be dealing with the fact he died right in the middle of his big chance and let down people who truly believed in him which isn't going to be a quick fix no matter how little he talks about it aloud. It's not likely that being dead and knowing that he can't 'die' permanently will make him any more conservative in the least. He might swing more reckless, as long as there's actual reason for it. But being in Hell means there's always going to be something to fight for.
He's just going to be introduced into all the shades of grey.
Since there's other people he knows (specifically, his best friend) in Hell, he'll be pretty invested in their well-being and making sure they're safe. Bucky's a limbo case, a mystery, and he might be able to help him instead of it being the other way around all the time. He definitely won't be idle while he's down there. And he's interested in being able to form his own opinion about Hell instead of taking it on the word of other angels.
The fact that Hell's not too fond of angels won't be jarring for him in the least, though. That's pretty on par with how his life went. The real test will be what happens when a good man, a honest man, gets presented with only bad choices to pick from. Hell seems pretty keen on those.