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| Barnes, James Buchanan "Bucky"; The Winter Soldier | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2014, 08:33 AM (1,153 Views) | |
| Winter Soldier | Apr 5 2014, 08:33 AM Post #1 |
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He's Fast. Strong. Has a Metal Arm.
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[align=center]PLAYER INFORMATION[/align] NAME: Heather CONTACT: Call my name, I'll hear HOW YOU FOUND US: Fate OTHER CHARACTERS ON THE SITE Just a Couple People RULES CODE: Blackbird CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE: I never did an app for Bucky before. [align=center]CHARACTER INFORMATION[/align] [align=center] ![]() Sebastian Stan[/align] BASIC INFORMATION CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon AFFILIATION: Defenders FULL NAME: James Buchanan Barnes CODENAME: The Winter Soldier NICKNAMES: Bucky ALIASES: Dmitry Baranovsky, Jay Buchanan CURRENT AGE: 90 years old DATE OF BIRTH: Jan 22, 1924 MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BASE OF OPERATIONS: Defenders HQ, Flatiron Building, NY, NY TIME AT INSTITUTE: None REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? Oh, definitely HOMETOWN: Shelbyville, Indiana, moved to Brooklyn, NY at 5 KNOWN RELATIVES: George M. Barnes (father, deceased), Winifred C. Barnes (mother, deceased), Rebecca P. Barnes Proctor (sister, deceased), Mr. Proctor (brother-in-law, deceased), Scott Proctor (nephew), Kimberly Proctor (niece by marriage), Jimmy Proctor (grandnephew), Margaret Proctor (grandniece) PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEIGHT: 5'11 BUILD: 200lbs, muscular, added weight is because of his arm EYES: Blue HAIR: Brown and currently long DISTINGUISHING MARKS: metal arm (specs in power section) CLOTHING STYLE: Bucky rarely wears civvies, but when he does, they are simple, and dark in color. He will always wear long sleeves to hide his arm, and tends to dress to move, and lighter than the weather might dictate. At all times, he has a weapon on him, at least a knife. UNIFORM: Black cargo pants and shirt, brown leather body armor. Has been known to use a face mask, and goggles with infrared/night vision capabilities. Heavily armed. However many weapons you think he has, he has more. POWERS GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Having received a minor transfer of Super Soldier Serum from Captain America while swearing a battle field blood pact, the Winter Soldier's aging process is severely slowed, making him appear like a man in his mid-late 20s despite being 90 year old. That has since been enhanced by Arnim Zola's experiments, and Проект Снегопад, Project Snowfall, the Winter Soldier project headed by General Vasily Karpov, for Department X, a Hydra facility so secretive that no one man knew the full scope. Of all the changes done to Bucky by Project Snowfall, the most important is the replacement of his left arm with a cybernetic prosthesis, originally fairly rudimentary, but upgraded throughout the years as new technologies became available. Attached to his shoulder through a connector cuff fixed within and surgically cemented to an artificial glenohumeral joint, his arm is linked, via cybernetic implants, to his nervous system, allowing it to function like a normal arm... only better. Cybernetic Arm Abilities/Enhanced Human Abilities (if applicable)
WEAKNESS: Bucky is still human, mostly. A shot to his head will kill him. His bones can be broken, and his organs damaged. He eventually needs to eat and sleep, or he will suffer the effects of starvation and exhaustion. His repeated brainwashings and reprogrammings have left his memory spotty, and he has a tendency to revert to his cold and merciless assassin persona when confused or controlled. There are several code phrases and mental triggers that can render him useless or as a weapon against his own teammates. Not as befuddled by modern society as other chronologically displaced superheroes, he is still a man out of time and as so can be taken advantage of. His cybernetic arm can be shorted out if its shielding is breached. His arm doesn't need recharging, ever, his own natural electric nervous system output, but damage to the implants in his skull or receptors in his arm can take it out of commission. The arm weighs nine lbs and without inertial dampeners and ventilation systems, it can cause balance problems and/or impede the use of two handed devices. Basically, he'd have a metal anchor hanging off his shoulder. Because of the strain of being forced into a slave position that did not come natural to him, and having his entire belief system ripped out of him and replaced with hatred, violence and obedience, Bucky has snapped and gone off leash more than once before being forcibly retrieved. As an assassin shown signs of lucidity and individuality resurfacing in inopportune moments, and after his conditioning was broken, he has had occasional hallucinatory fugues, likely a byproduct of his damaged psyche repairing itself. PERSONALITY James was never a James. He was always Bucky, a name given to him as a child by his dad. Cheerful, hopeful and a real lady killer. Loyal and friendly, Bucky, before the war, was a very different man, always with a joke and a cheerful smile, but willing to not only stand up for what was right, but fight for it as well, and with a best friend like Steve Rogers, there was a lot of fighting involved. He never complained though, because like his friend, he hated bullies, and that carried into his war service. In World War II, Bucky showed a moral flexibility that was not detrimental to his service, but allowed him to be just that much more lethal when faced with do or die situations. That little wriggle was enhanced to ruthlessness and an emotional detachment that served him through 70 years of being brainwashed and warped. On the whole though, Bucky is a good man, who genuinely seeks to do what is right, and so his brainwashing was rocky. As mentioned above, he has had lucid moments where conditioning shattered, and each time, it has left him slightly scarred and broken in places. He could probably use a good therapist, but he's not planning on seeing one anytime soon. Because of these years, he has a severe distaste for slavers, brainwashers, and coercers to a violent degree. It's hard for him to control his temper and is prone to fits of depression and melancholy. Working with his new team is restoring more than his reputation and ideas of self worth. They are reminding him of his humanity, of his place as a hero and of his ability to be a good man again. He's not able to entirely understand his emotions, having not been allowed to feel them for years. He'll sometimes act or speak inappropriately, without consideration for others, and must be reminded that he is again part of a team, and they have his back. Bucky hasn't had a friend in 70 years. He doesn't know that he's worth having one now. He idolizes Steve Rogers, then and now. HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE James Buchanan Barnes was born in 1924, Shelbyville, Indiana, to a soldier father and a housewife of a mother. When he was five and his sister, Becky, barely a year old, his father died, and his mother moved them to Brooklyn to live with a distant relative. Enthralled by the 'big city', Bucky loved it and became a regular feature of his neighborhood, growing strong and healthy, and running around like the world was his to own. His mother worked hard cleaning houses in the city, and as soon as he was eight, Bucky, a genuinely good boy and son, in order to help his mother out, took a paper route, and hawked the dailies on street corners. Some of the older boys showed him how to palm nickles so that he could steal candy money from the day's earnings, and, for a while that seemed like an ok idea. He never even thought about it, because who was 15 cents now and then, hurting. Until the day he met someone who changed his life. One day, as he was returning to the truck to turn in his unsold papers and his day's take, he noticed two older boys bullying a younger kid, scrawny and weak. Already heading over there, intent on stopping the fight, what Bucky noticed surprised him. The kid, outweighed and outmatched, refused to back down, trying desperately to fight back. He just would not give up. Impressed, Bucky scooped up a rock and pegged one of the bullies in the head, and then jumped into the fight with the bigger boys, himself. Both him and the other kid were pummeled into the dirt. As he and the other kid sat on the curb, nursing their wounds, the kid said, "I had them on the ropes." "Sure you did," Bucky had said, smiling at him through a new tooth gap. "I'm Bucky," he introduced, sticking out his hand the way he'd learned in etiquette class at school. The other kid grinned and said, "Steve Rogers." "Nicetameetcha, Steve," Bucky said, and from his pocket he produced a pair of candy sticks, broken in the fight, but still good, offering one to him, "Candy?" Steve took it and whistled appreciatively, "Oh, this is my favorite. I haven't had it in a long time. It costs too much." "Well, wanna know a secret?" Bucky asked. He spit into his hand and stuck it out again, "Swear." Steve spat on his hand and shook Bucky's hand solemnly. "I swear." Looking around to make sure they were alone, Bucky said, "I pocket some of the money from my paper route." "What?" Steve frowned, "That's stealing." "It doesn't hurt anyone," Bucky said, "My boss has plenty of money." Steve handed back the candy and said, "I don't want this, not if you stole to get it." "No one knows, kid," Bucky said. "I know," Steve said, "and, it doesn't taste good if the way you got it was bad." Steve had left then, having to go home to face the anger and relief his mother would feel when she saw him so beat up. But Bucky sat there for a long time, and stared at the candy wondering if Steve was right. He never took another nickle that wasn't freely given, and he confessed in church what he'd done... got several Hail Marys and his butt reddened by his mother, but Steve had touched something inside Bucky. The two became best friends, shortly after, with Bucky acting as support, body guard (despite being almost four years younger than the other boy) and basically as a brother. Bucky quickly grew taller than his sickly friend, and despite getting a lot of flack from the other kids at school and around the neighborhood for it, he was loyal to Steve and promised to never let him down. When Steve was orphaned as a teen, Bucky told him he could live with his mom and him but Steve wanted to go it alone. It was Bucky who reminded him that he didn't have to, and together, they weathered life, neither graduating high school because they had to work, but they did it. Together they did it. Years later, the Second World War began, and both boys, now young men, still inseparable, decided that they couldn't, in good conscience, stand by while the biggest bullies the world had ever seen did whatever the hell they liked. But when they went to enlist at US Recruiting and Induction Center in New York City where Steve was classified as 4F and rejected from service. Bucky was only sixteen, but he was tall and strong... and no one was looking all that closely. He was enlisted and for the first time in years the two were parted. It was 1940. Eventually, Barnes rose to the rank of Sergeant, and was assigned to the 107th, shipped to England, as his best friend started his own adventure back home. In November of 1943, after many successful operations, the 107th was ambused and captured by the Red Skull, Hitler's mysterious head of their science division, codenamed Hydra. Bucky and what was left of his platoon were put to work in Hydra's Valkyrie Facility, slaving away doing back breaking labor on almost no food and little rest. Bucky's natural tendency to fight against bullying got him singled out by their captors, and he was taken to an isolation ward, where the Hydra Scientist Arnim Zola experimented on him with impunity. Bucky was near death when he was rescued by his childhood friend, now the super soldier known as Captain America. Destroying the facility, and freeing the prisoners, Cap took Bucky home, and when he was recovered enough he joined Cap's personal team, codenamed the Invaders. Alongside such strange allies as Prince Namor, the Human Torch and Toro, as well as the Howling Commandos (lead by a former Tuskegee Airman named Nicholas J. Fury), Bucky struggled to come to terms with his changed role in his relationship with his friend, and to prove himself against superhumans. The world had entered a new age, and unfortunately, neither of the two old friends would survive to live in it. In the final days of the war, Captain America and Bucky were killed in action, stopping an experimental craft built by another madman named Zemo from delivering a payload that would destroy the eastern seaboard. Cap was lost over the arctic circle, only to be found fifty years later, frozen in a block of ice. Bucky was found much sooner. Shortly after the end of the war, a Russian salvage ship searching for anything left behind, discovered the body of Sgt James Barnes, floating, frozen, on some wreckage. Though he was missing an arm, torn off in the explosion, his body was intact, and the ship radioed into their superiors about their find, identifying him by his dogtags. Thinking the body might be of value, it was brought back to Russia, where it was given to General Vasily Karpov. It was Karpov who realized that the body contained some signs of life, thanks to the experimentation on him by Arnim Zola, and Bucky was revived and interrogated. His time frozen, however, coupled with the trauma of his death, left him amnesiac and empty. Zola had instructions for Karpov, and so was Project Snowfall born. Undergoing further experimentation at the hands of various Soviet agencies, as well as others with Anti-American interests, Bucky had the remains of his irreparable left arm removed, replaced with a prosthesis that was little more than a metal baseball bat at first, but throughout time and advances was upgraded to something not just matching a human one, but far exceeding it. During this time, Bucky was also subjected to multiple brainwashing methods, including repeated druggings subliminal suggestion, and ways that would be considered torture by most measures. False memories were implanted of an identity that developed into Dmitry Baranovsky, a Russian soldier honored to be chosen as the subject of the project. It was easier to manipulate him once he believed that he wanted this, once he believed that his programmed hatred for the decadent American way were his own thoughts. Then, he took the drugs willingly, then he did what he was told gladly. He grew steadily more ruthless, more lethal, and whatever morality he had been left with was scraped away, leaving him raw, scarred and very very bloody. He became known as Зимний Солдат , The Winter Soldier, a ghost, a myth, given credence only by the trail of bodies he left in his wake. Politicians, defectors, scientists, any enemy to the Soviet way of life, communism and socialism blending into nothing more than a desperate hatred for the west. He didn't care why he felt that way. He just did, because he was told he did. In between missions, the Soldier was returned to a cryogenesis chamber, where any wounds were left to heal, any sensitive information was scrubbed out of his head, upgrades on his prosthesis were made, and long sessions of subliminal brainwashing were broadcast into his empty mind. The treatments, as well as trace amounts of Erskine's Super Soldier serum found in his blood stream, had the effect of retarding his aging process, so he never realized how long had past between his missions, sometimes years and years. If he noticed that everyone aged but him, he was made to accept it as just a fact of life. But, Bucky remained, buried beneath what he was forced to become, and a disturbing trend began to develop. Longer missions, particularly ones that took him to America, started to affect his mental state. He returned from these incursions stuttering in his purpose, asking questions, until eventually he slipped his leash entirely and was off the grid for almost a full week before he was recovered. He was found on a train, talking about being late for a party at the Stork Club, long since gone, and holding a birthday cake though he couldn't remember who it was for. He had no idea what the year was. After that, he never went to America, again and when it looked like he was recovering lucidity, there were new ways to reclaim him. He was kept at home, relegated to being a bodyguard for now aged Karpov, until the general died. He never understood why his presence amused his master, and he never realized that he called him master at all. With Karpov dead, he was put back into stasis and stayed there for longer than ever before, as the world changed around him, and he became the toy of a new master. Karpov's protege, Aleksander Lukin. He learned, when he was revived almost twelve years later, though he didn't know that, that communism had fallen, and he was now working as a mercenary. It didn't matter to him. He was proud that he had survived, he was proud he was useful. He was happy to serve, if he was capable of being happy. It was Lukin's idea to start the Greenville program, and the Soldier willingly worked to select candidates, and train them in how to be proper Americans. Whatever else the Greenville residents were were made to be, there were monsters worse than the Soldier where the roads stopped. But most of the time, he was stored away. The world was not what it had once been. There were too many new factors, superheroes and villains, world changing and strange. Bucky was not part of this world... he was just a soldier... just a weapon locked away in munitions storage. DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009) During the Apocalypse events, the Soldier was in stasis. The Horsemen's Ride did not affect the area where he was stored, and though there was minor damage to the cryo unit because of the earthquakes, and he was taken offline during the emp, his handlers kept him sedated and repair the unit as quickly as possible. None of them realized at the time that the Horseman War, rampaging towards Washington, had triggered the release of the hibernating Captain America. If they had, things might have been different. POST-APOCALYPSE As the world settled, Lukin returned to hiring out the Soldier, who had been mostly relegated to Cold War myth. People began to take notice again, and people began to die again. PURIFIERS The Winter Soldier did not give a damn about the Purifiers. He was neither a mutant nor a mutant hater. If he saw the testimony that his old friend gave at the trial of War, or any of the footage of what Captain America in the Sentinel battle over New York, he didn't recognize the significance. SKRULLS It wasn't until the Skrulls began their secret invasion that the Winter Soldier became in contact with Cap, hired to take him out, along with the rest of his new team, the Defenders. He did with his normal expediency, but in his fight with the Captain, something happened to him. For the first time in 70 years, someone called him by a name that his conscious mind did not remember. But whatever remained of the man who had owned that name, he began to wake up. The Defenders were not delivered to those employed by the Skrull, not that day, and the Soldier was mindwiped and punished for it. He slipped his leash during the time when the Skrull complacency wave was active, but implanted retrieval protocols brought him back to his masters. He remained a tool, a weapon for sale. CURRENT HISTORY (Illuminati/Phoenix SiteWide) The next time, the Soldier and Cap met, was at the behest of new masters, the Illuminati, who paid handsomely to use his skills, and though he was successful in crippling Rogers, he was apparently shot dead by Sharon Carter, Agent 13. Taken aboard the helicarrier, his true plans were revealed, as the Soldier, half insane, stole his way back through time, followed by the New Defenders. Whether he was heading back to kill Captain America or to kill his younger self, even the Soldier wasn't sure, but he fled to the day that he died, desperate, lost and and alone until he was convinced, by his twenty-one year old self that his life had to continue the way it was destined to, and he realized, just like his younger self had learned, it wasn't as good if you had to do bad to do it. Now, free of Lukin's control, his masters finally dead, Bucky, once again Bucky Barnes, with an awful lot of red in his ledger, haunted the helicarrier, seeking information on Steve Rogers, but instead striking an unlikely friendship with the captive ex-acolyte Spitfire. A witness to the released Phoenix Force, the Soldier was conscripted into service to fight Exodus, helping to subdue Spitfire when she was caught in his sphere of influence, in the end assisting in the liberation of St. Petersburg. Now, he works within the Defenders, attempting to re-establish himself as the man he wants to be, not the monster he was made into, if that's even possible. SAMPLE RP POST: 1 декабря Сразу после полуночи Хабаровск, 30 км (19 миль) от границы с Китаем. He never felt the cold anymore, and he wondered at that. It had to be at the most -13c, but he didn't feel it, and maybe it was adrenaline that was keeping him warm, maybe it was hatred... maybe it was just some side effect of the hibernation that had become routine for him, the hibernation that he'd been denied for months now as he floundered on the end of a dropped leash. The thoughts in his head that made no sense haunted him, and his repeated attempts to find his handlers had been ignored, which brought out only fury in him. None of this made sense., They'd hired him out to the Skrull to deliver up those Defenders, and when he (showed them mercy) failed in his mission, he'd expected to be called home for discipline. Had he ever failed before? He couldn't remember. Why couldn't he remember that but he could remember things that never happened? "Dmitry," a voice called out for him, his name here in this place. He looked up, Father Alexis a good man, waving from the other side of the street, several sacks loaded onto a little red wagon, <"Dmitry, come and help an old man."> He crossed the street, his flawless russian not failing him, <"It's too late to be out shopping, Father, what're you doing?"> The Father smiled and said, <"The poor don't stop suffering because it's cold and dark, besides the market will give me day old bread at the stroke of midnight, and every stretched ruble means two fed instead of one. It's been a hard year, Dmitry, what with those alien things turning our hearts from the Lord for a time. I have never seen as many in need as this year, men who found they could not feel their lives again after the false gods were revealed to be what they were. I have to say, I feared I would find you amongst them."> Taking the handle of the wagon, 'Dmitry' walked with the priest, heading up the long hill to the Transfiguration Cathedral on top of the hill, <"Why would you think that, Father? Do I strike you as the type of man to be discontent with life?"> <"Aren't you?"> the Father asked, <"I recognize a soldier who still fights a war. Those are not the sort of men who can exist in peacetime.>" <"The peace was false,"> 'Dmitry' grumbled, <"It has nothing to do with us."> Father Alexis looked at the young man beside him, <"But for a time, it existed and showed us all that it was possible if we gave ourselves to a greater good, or a perceived one. It has raised many questions about the nature of free will."> Without meaning to 'Dmitry' snorted, and the Priest lifted an eyebrow, <"You don't have questions?"> <"I don't have free will,"> he said, his voice as bland as cabbage, <"Every action is dictated by another."> The Father put his hand on the young man's arm, <"I know it feels like that, my son, but we are all ultimately responsible for our own lives. We all decide who we are in the end. Here, I think I have something that will explain it to you a little better, maybe."> He turned away and began to rummage in his bags. Dmitry looked away as he waited and saw something suddenly on the white steps of the cathedral. He bent and touched the smears... blood. His eyes narrowed and he drew his gun from its holder at his back. Whirling around, he came face to face with... ZAAAAAAKT! Pain shot through his head as the sonic disruptor blasted him with sound and fury, and he dropped to his knees in the snow. <"Father..."> he managed. The Father, who was not a priest at all, took a knee beside him. <"We all decide who we are, Winter Soldier. Maybe when you wake up, you'll have come to the proper decision."> And, then it was dark, nothing but dark. |
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