character: Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk
So her two personalities are quite contrasting, when she’s empowered, she’s fun-loving, outgoing, confident and feisty. Although when she’s regular, she’s fairly shy (although a brilliant lawyer). Jennifer chooses to live permanantly as her alter-ego as her life is more “free”.
Jennifer’s parents died when she was 17 in a car accident and she was later shot by an enemy of her late father. She required a blood transfusion from her cousin, Bruce Banner, however, his blood was obviously contaminated with gamma thus giving Jennifer slightly ‘watered down’ powers almost identical to her cousin. She’s also very close to her cousin, as he’s the only real relative she has as is she to him.
Jennifer had no idea how to deal with her emotions; the uncontrollable anger at what happened to her and the grief she could never express for her parents. She was thankful to Bruce for being there, for helping her deal with what she was going through, after all, he knew exactly how she felt. In comparison to her cousin, however, she had much more control over her other form, nor did she resent her constant presense as Bruce did. She was everything Jennifer wanted to be - she was beautiful, strong, confident, assertive - everything.
Jennifer enjoyed being her alter-ego much more than she enjoyed being herself. She never had the guts to show the emotions that She-Hulk could (that’s what they started calling her, original, huh?). Jennifer always wanted to use her intelligence for the well-being of others before her accident, which is why she became a lawyer. The same went for after the accident - except she had a lot more to give - which only made the invitation into the Avengers Initiative more appealing.
character url: http://savageshe-hulk.tumblr.com/
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Character: Peter Parker
Peter Parker would like to think he’s just like every other college student. He spends hours upon hours with his nose glued to his textbooks, or with his eyes fixated on a dimly lit computer screen. That’s normal, that’s to be expected. Peter has friends, Peter has a skateboard, Peter has lots of things he wants to do in his life and plenty of places he’d like to see. But he doesn’t have any time to appreciate any of these things, because in reality, Peter Parker is not like every other college student. He’s been the exception to the rule for four years now, and he doesn’t plan on changing that anytime soon.
‘You’re a good boy, Peter. I’m so very proud of you.’
She pats his head and he beams with such modest glory that he might as well have been twelve again. He is a good kid. He’s always been a good kid. Slowly but surely, he’s becoming a great man. He’s smart, genius even. But he won’t show it off unless there’s reason for competition. At surface glance you wouldn’t be able to tell, not anymore. Without the geeky glasses and pre-pubescent lack of muscles, he’s not what you’d consider highly evolved. But nevertheless he still gets way too excited over things as tiny as a shiny new formula. Brains aren’t everything though, and he learned that early on. What makes and breaks Peter Parker as a good man- a good person, is his heart.
Loyal is an understatement. There’s naivety in his eyes that sees the best in people where it really shouldn’t be. If he’s your friend (which, chances are, he is. or at least he considers himself to be), you can be damn sure he’s going to be there when you need him the most. Sometimes even when you’re not so sure what you need, he’ll be there. He puts his problems on the back burner for what he considers his responsibility, solving everyone else’s problems. He doesn’t mind though. Not in the least. In fact he enjoys helping people more than sitting at home being an average everyday Spider-Student. He enjoys it so much in fact, that he doesn’t mind what people say. He doesn’t mind the nasty headlines, or the nastier criticism from those he’s still trying to help. Okay, he minds a little. But that gets buried down deep and masked with humor and his general light-heartedness, after all, it’s all part of the job. It’s a job he does well, and a job he loves. The good things, in his mind, have always and will always outweigh the bad.
It was more than a moderate challenge to go anywhere these days and relax entirely. Peter Parker was twenty two years-old and no matter how hard he tried, he was almost always working. Now and then he would have killed to be a delivery boy again. Just a delivery boy. He’d take pizza over alien invasions any day. Even his old boss’s sweaty pit stains and gross uneven mustache would have been a sight to see, although J.J Jameson had quite the mustache himself, it just wasn’t the same. Even Nick Fury and his uhm… eyepatch. Eye flap? Eye shield (all puns intended), could be rather intimidating at the best of times. In all of his occupational endeavors there was always somebody breathing down his neck. Sometimes even when he didn’t know it. There were some things his spider senses didn’t pick up on, and now and then it scared the shit out of him. Yet even though it freaked him out, nothing ever really surprised him anymore.
They weren’t alone. Mankind was not the only highly advanced species in the world and he’d learned that early on. There were good guys, bad guys, and sometimes just… things. Things that had blown the minds of Earthlings like him time and time again. There was magic, supernatural unknowns, and the kind of things only the Greeks could fathom. Honestly it scared a lot of people. Especially Americans who were so bound to religion and rejected any culture other than their own. But Peter? Nah. Even without the mask things like this would have fascinated him. The nerd ran deep within him and lead his curiosity and appreciation for natural and unnatural things to be rather overwhelming at times. Nerd first, superhero second, that was how it went. Mostly because when he wasn’t working, he was just as busy being a nerd. Bad guys never took a vacation, and neither did science.
Peter didn’t want to miss a thing. There was too much to do, too much to see, too many people out trying to make his job harder. Yet every once in a while someone came along and made him put the webs down, and take a break. So did. Well, tried to at least. It was the thought that counted right? As soon as he put the webs down he’d pulled the books up and was at it again.
He’d taken the train a few hours down from New York. Aunt May and his friends had given him specific orders to “Get lost.” in the nicest way possible. But it was kind of hard for him to just do that. He’d gotten a good six hours of reading, nerding, and interneting (thank christ for mobile wi-fi) done before he finally decided to get off. Food was a necessity and he was too much a city slicker not to want to experience what a different city had to offer. So he stepped off the train with his bag over his shoulder and hit downtown in search for sustenance. Just about anything was sounding good right now.
This city was unfamiliar to him. Queens was so big and so crowded like the rest of New York that other cities seemed so much different. But after he’d gotten based in Chicago he was used to unfamiliar places. A city was a city, and they always seemed to get into trouble. Peter always felt different among civilians, skateboarding between and around people and getting looks that read nothing but “Fuckin’ kids.” He was alright with that. It was certainly better than a lot of other names people, and newspapers, had called him before. Unlike a lot of heroes though, he liked it here without the mask. It was nice, yes. To be strong and powerful and looked up to by masses of people everywhere. But it was even nicer sometimes to remember who he was fighting for, and why he still did it.
No, mankind was not the only race out there. They weren’t even the best. But they were his people. Even though there was a significant difference between him and the average Joe, he was still human, and he loved his people. Loved everyone, really. Regardless of the harm they’d done. It was pitiful and naive to a lot of people, and he’d been told that time and time again. But that never seemed to change him. He wasn’t pitiful, he wasn’t naive, he was Peter.
And he was about to maul a zebra if he didn’t eat soon.
“Hi, yeah can I get a…” Peter had never been happier to see a diner before in his life. His spider tummy was tingling and he was desperate to get it to stop. The scent of burgers and French fries wrapped him up and refused to let him go, and the sound of sizzling beef was just about orgasmic. He settled in the booth with an amorous smile on his face. Then- there she was. Young, supple “Kathleen” (he read her name tag, although it certainly wasn’t the most blatant feature on her chest) with her yellow dress and checkered apron. Oh, oh so sweet with her hands balancing a red plate as she walked his way with a bright white smile. He’d never seen something so perfect before in his- wait, why was she screaming?
He saw the horror in her eyes and felt his senses jolt him from his chair by the window. There it was. Some beastly being in red and black with god only knows what ripping from its jowls. Peter’s shoulders drooped as he backed away from the table. This was about to get nasty.
He heaved a heavy sigh and slumped past the waitress, beautiful Kathleen, who he stole some French fries from and stuffed them in his mouth on the way to the nearest closet. Time to suit up. Of course, what kind of hero would he be if he’d come this far unprepared? Between S.H.I.E.L.D and Tony, he never went anywhere not ready to rock. Slick new costume of red and blue, web shooters armed and ready to go, and gadgets he didn’t even know existed half the time. He didn’t stop to question what he was about to get himself into. He knew one thing and that was all that mattered, there were people that needed his help. So, he was going to help him.
“You know, I was on vacation.” He yawned, perched on top of a streetlight as he watched a beast prowl around the streets. “But I have to give you some credit, I’m totally digging the color scheme.” Peter was far from angry. The rage within him was buried deep, and wasn’t coming to surface anytime soon. Not your average human being. He dodged a parking meter ripped out and tossed in his direction. Out went a web, a swing, and he tossed it right back. “Thanks for that.” The next object was bigger. A smart car. In more fear of property destruction than destruction of himself, he leapt off his perch and sent it back in the direction of its pitcher once again. “I could play this all day man, come on.” It wasn’t as much a battle technique going on here, more along the lines of a stalling mechanism. The more time he spent distracting the creature he thought to have come alone, the more time he could give civilians to get the fuck out of the way. But when he heard the crashing of a dumpster a few blocks down followed by the further uproar of screaming, he knew this was bigger than he thought. Way bigger. Out of this world.
Character URL: powerfulresponsibility.tumblr.com
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Character: Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Brief Overview: Steve was a bright, and seemingly young man. His look on life was different to any other, being asleep for so long, yet also being awake for quite some time, he was still getting used to the horrors, and also achievements the human beings of the modern age had brought to the world.
Steve Rogers, known in his day for being the almighty and famous Captain America, liked to keep to himself quite a lot. Given respect in the most loyal way possible, Steve would return it with gratitude, learning such manners from his early days as a soldier. He had try and forget about such vivid memories, but he knew, he knew just as well as any other, they’d float around at the back of his mind, every day of his life.
Writing Sample: Steve woke up suddenly from hearing the sound of his alarm crying out, seeming eager to wake him up at the worst time possible. He slammed his arm down on the small machine, knocking it off completely as his hand crushed it. “Not again…” Steve mumbled, his eyes rolled heavily as he sat up and stretched, letting out what seemed like a roar as he stretched his arms, jumping out of bed completely.
He slumbered over to the mirror that was placed in the corner of his room. He crouched as he bared himself in the mirror, his eyes weary from not getting enough sleep. “What are you doing with yourself, Rogers?”. Steve sighed with disappointment, before standing up straight and placing a fake smile upon his complexion, staring at his mouth in the mirror, the grin easily faded as the tiredness from the night before had hit him hard.
Character URL: stevespangledrogers [I’ll be making the blog as soon as possible if my application gets accepted. c:]
But let’s do a head count here: your brother the demi-god; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; and couple of master assassins.
STEVE ROGERS → CAPTAIN AMERICA → CHRIS EVANS → OPEN