Mao Mao

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

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BLUEJAY

_{AFTERLIFE, WATSON}

THE PREP // PT. 1

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Silvain listened to the heist that was crafted and conceived by no one else than the mysterious 'Eddie.' It was an ambitious and daring venture to go after Militech for their prized possession: a motherfucking Militech Behemoth. And then, his interest peaked upon hearing that the heist needed a netrunner to monitor the target. Doing a simple hack and dash job in the comforts of your own station always sounded delightful. Yet, so was stealing from Militech in-person to fuck them over some more. However, after listening to 'Eddie' talk about the warehouse, there wasn't any mention of the braindance formulated with real sweat and tears. So, Silvain did indeed have a question of his own.

"What about the BD, hon?" Silvain tossed over the braindance case to the tablet in a disrespectful manner. To say that he seemed annoyed was an understatement. "I am hoping that my artistic passive wasn't wasted for nothing. It costs eddies after all, 'Eddie.'"

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Why did I decide to come back? Lucas asked himself after seeing the 'Welcome to Delton' sign surrounded by rocks and colorful flowers. He looked away from the bus window and tried to suppress the memories of his departure. The music playing in his earbuds helped a little but didn't thoroughly crush it. It got worse once the bus stopped at the Crystal Hill Station, the bus station on the edge of town. He started to remember that painful day. But instead of confronting it, Lucas began to walk towards the inn rather than wait for a ride. It was bittersweet to be back home. That was when he started to wonder about his parents and siblings. Where were they? Are they still living in town? Have they changed in the years Lucas has been absent? And yet, he already knew the answers the moment the sign was visible. After walking for ten minutes, Lucas finally arrived at the Europa Inn & Suites. It wasn't the best hotel in town, but it had decent reviews. No one or two stars on review sites. Just mainly three and even four stars. Also, it was cheaper than the premium hotels. He approached the receptionist about the reservation and got a keycard. Then, he headed towards his room on the second floor and immediately collapsed onto the bed. The original plan was to take a quick nap before tonight's event. However, upon picking up his phone, Lucas noticed a rather surprising notification from his mostly inactive Facebook account (the last post was seven years old before spring break). He didn't react once he saw that Jack Wilkerson was responsible for posting in a dead group inviting classmates to drink at a micro-brewery. There wasn't much of a friendship between them, but they often hung out during smoke breaks at school. Although it still hurt that Jack had ditched him once the rumors began spreading around. Lucas, for some reason, actually liked having someone around him during those breaks. Now, there wasn't much to feel about other than the annoyance of still having a Facebook account since he was thirteen. But he couldn't be himself to remove himself from the group. So instead, Lucas left a like on the post before tossing it next to him. Immediate regret was setting in him for accepting the invite. But then again, P.J's might have something good to snack on as his stomach began growling. And plus, the drinks and food might be free (good for someone who makes an office receptionist's salary). Since the brewery was only a few minutes away, Lucas decided to walk on foot instead of getting an uber and wasting the cash on it. He stopped walking once he saw the building in question and noticed that folks were already inside, thanks to the window. There was another moment of sweet old regret and fear attempting to set in his mind. He was told that going back home would be helpful by his therapist and friends, and yet, being here seemed to be a mistake. Still, disregarding the outcome, Lucas needed to see it through—even if it didn't help at the end of the day. He went inside and made sure to avoid talking to other people, finding his seat at an empty booth. If he was planning on talking to classmates from his high school, a moment of peace was very much needed. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{WINTER 2022}

DISCOVERY OF THE CENTURY

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_{NORWEGIAN SEA}

Onboard the research vessel Axel Boeck, scientists from the University of Tromsø were preparing for another day of marine research on the icy waters of the Norwegian Sea. More specifically, they examined the recent warmth spike to see if the ecosystem structure had already been affected. Getting ready for another day of research was somewhat of a routine for the scientists. Lene Saugstad, a graduate from the same university sponsoring the voyage, was responsible for scanning the seabed with sonar. It was a tedious task that barely made use of her talents (and degree) obtained from university; still, it was essential to the overall research. But that meant she didn't have to dive into that cold water.

Lene stared at the computer monitors for a couple of hours from any out-of-the-ordinary readings. Then, she caught a glimpse of distinctive peaks in the middle of the predominantly flat seafloor. It was noteworthy considering that the sonar didn't pick anything else abnormal in its scans. But, of course, that meant a straightforward argument with the captain and other crewmates to rescan the area with the side-scan sonar. That lasted for a half-hour until the captain agreed to turn the vessel around for another scan. Finally, the towfish was prepared and cast out into the icy sea, where it descended for a bit until it reached one hundred meters above the seafloor.

Almost everyone gathered around Lene as images of the detailed seafloor began emerging on the monitors. Then, they all saw it: a torn-off plane wing lying on the seafloor. Further ahead was the entire plane, still in excellent condition despite being underwater for decades. Even the faded iron cross on one of the wings was still somewhat visible. But when the towfish reached the cockpit, it caught something unimaginable that defiled scientific reason. The entirety of the aircraft's front view had been completely frozen, preventing it from corroding in the seawater. And sitting in one of the cockpit seats was a man still gripping the control wheel and bearing a star on his chest.

That was when Lene knew that she had stumbled upon the discovery of the century.

Axel Boeck made contact with the Norwegian Coast Guard shortly after the remarkable find. Efforts to salve the sunken plane commenced once the United States Navy offered assistance in the salvage operation upon learning that there were remains onboard. It was challenging to prevent the details from appearing on the news. But the unexplained arrival of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier No. 64 made the headlines of every news outlet on the planet. Millions watched the live feeds to see what emerged from the frigid sea at the end of the day. By the following day, the salvage crew was done with securing the aircraft for lift up from the seafloor. And after waiting an additional day for clean weather, the operation was ready to start.

Three marine cranes were utilized to ensure that the aircraft remained entirely in one piece. And to carefully place it, the helicarrier was going to be used as a landing pad. The lifting began at noon with routine inspections to ensure that the plane was stable. Finally, after four hours of intense uplifting, it emerged out of the sea with no concerns noted by the salvage crew. Shortly after the sun started going down on the horizon, efforts to place the aircraft on the helicarrier's flight deck started. Then suddenly, the wire rope holding onto the cockpit began failing before breaking from stress. The front broke away from the rest of the bomber as it smashed against the hard surface. No one on the deck was harmed by the incident.

It took a few minutes before someone from the salvage crew approached the cockpit to inspect its current state. But before examining it, the person noticed that the drop and the sunlight's warmth managed to thaw enough ice that the preserved human remains broke away from the cockpit itself. His hands were still frozen into the chair and the control wheel itself; however, it made it easier to extract the corpse without any more potential damage. Then, when they were about to leave to report on the situation, the crewmate saw something bizarre from the corner of their eye. That was when they saw the corpse's hand move for a brief second after being freed from the icy casket. Their exclaim caught everyone's attention.

The rest of the salvage crew ran over towards their crewmate, not realizing what they were about to witness. Then, soon after, a crowd formed around the bomber, eager to capture a glimpse of the frozen person. Many of them didn't know what to make of it and couldn't even comprehend such a feat. But then, Colonel Nicholas Fury—Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and founder of the Avengers—emerged from the crowd to confirm the rumors himself. He entered the cockpit and immediately was greeted by the sight of the frozen corpse. When Nick saw that star emblem, a faint smile appeared as he placed his hand on it—a thick layer of solid ice greeted him instead. And then said in a soft, delightful tone to avoid drawing any attention.

"Welcome home, Captain."

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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

By the way, who is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

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Been having somewhat of a bust week with finals and whatnot. Should have something by the weekend.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

^{"All of you are here to ensure that liberty has a chance and I am damn proud to be standing by your side."
— Steven Rogers, March 1945}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Steven Grant Rogers (July 4, 1922 – April 18, 1945) _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | US Army | The Howling Commandos _________________________________________________________ New York City | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deceased Johann Shmidt Chester Phillips Margaret Carter Aleksey Lebedev Timothy Dugan Gabriel Jones Jim Morita Robert Ralston Present Maria Hill Sharon Carter Samuel Wilson John Walker Brock Rumlow William Burnside Helmut Zemo Arnim Zola - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ "We have made instruments of God, gentlemen." Abraham Erskine allegedly spoke those words after the successful injection of the Super Soldier Serum and usage of the Vita-Ray Chamber upon a scrawny Steven Rogers. Unfortunately, his murder occurred shortly after the transformation, taking the serum's formula with him. Initially, the US Army cautioned against putting Rogers on the front lines at the risk of losing the formula entirely. However, while attempting to retrieve the serum from blood samples, he was assigned the role of "Captain America" to promote war bonds across allied territories. At one bond rally in England, Rogers uncovered and exposed a secret Hydra lair at the heart of London. His heroics and exploits garnered the support of civilians and some of the Allied powers calling for his immediate deployment. Under pressure, Steven Rogers was assigned to the United States Fifth Army to help with efforts in the Italian campaign. But he went AWOL upon learning that his friend, James "Bucky" Barnes, was captured along with his unit. They were subjected to forced labor and torture at a Hydra facility sponsored by Nazi Germany before their rescue. Captain America became a war hero and was designated an elite combat unit known as The Howling Commandos. It comprised several soldiers for the liberated unit, including Bucky Barnes, who was seen as the right-hand man. The unit conducted raids upon Hydra facilities and constantly joined forces with resistance movements across Western and Eastern Europe. By the summer of 1944, The Howling Commandos recruited several more combatants, including Agent 13 (formally known as Margaret Carter, a French resistance fighter) and the first Red Guardian, Aleksey Lebedev. Then, in spring 1945, the Strategic Scientific Reserve learned that Hydra relocated its headquarters to Nazi-occupied Norway. The Howling Commandos traveled there with the intent of capturing the remaining leadership, including Johann Shmidt (or known as The Red Skull). But then, Bucky was killed in action while pursuing Shmidt. Enraged and in mourning, Rogers followed Shmidt to a bomber plane before shortly crashing into the Norwegian Sea. Reports of Captain America's heroic sacrifice were held until the war's end to prevent a loss of morale among the Allied troops. Despite a month-long search of the Norwegian Sea, Steven Rogers' body was never found. And that remained so until now... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I have always liked stories that heavily emphasize how Steven Rogers is handling the modern world, like the wonder of using a computer for the first time. Or how vehicles have changed so much in a century. Or coping with the fact that everyone he has known is most likely dead. So I want to be able to tell that story with a few surprises here and there. Specifically, I want to explore his relationship with SHIELD and its director. Have him travel around the world to learn more about this new world and his friends' fates. And even make new ones along the way. I don't want to necessarily have him wake up and pick up that iconic shield to kick ass in the name of freedom. Not right away. Rogers needs to get his bearings together—needs to come to terms with what has happened to him and the world—before even thinking about Captain America.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{SPRING 1945}

THE AMERICAN AND THE RUSSIAN

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_{COLOGNE, GREATER GERMAN REICH}

Cologne, or whatever remained of the city, used to house nearly a million people before the war. However, it had essentially become a ghost town after the bombing raids either killed or forced its residents to flee elsewhere. German forces were pinned down near the Hohenzollern Bridge, ready for their possible last stand against the 104th Infantry and the 3rd Armored Division of the United States. Yet, even know they were in disarray and faced supply shortages, their spirits remained strong-willed—out of denial or fear was the foremost question on Steven Rogers' mind. After all, he understood what it was like to be driven by pure determination.

Steven Rogers, known as Captain America to many friends and foes alike, overlooked the ruined city to better understand the impending battle. He instantly noticed the tall spires of the Cologne Cathedral still standing while its surroundings were a war zone. It was quite an unforgettable sight to witness while smelling the smoking ruins from afar. Steven would've kept staring if it wasn't for his unit nearly finished with the preparations to cross the Rhine river by Hohenzollern Bridge. It still was one of the remaining bridges standing, but that could've easily changed with the upcoming assault. So, the Howling Commandos detached themselves from the VII Corps of the US Army and set up a temporary camp on the outskirts of town.

Aleksey Lebedev approached Steven with a mug of instant coffee freshly made by Margaret Carter. He was in his Red Guardian uniform, and the shield was strapped to his back, ready for use. It was admittedly still awkward to see that near-identical resemblance between both heroes. But after getting to know each other, both men came to appreciate the similarities and (some of) their differences. They were just representing their countries at the end of the day. Aleksey placed Steven's mug down beside him and then headed for the tree stump to sit on. The unnerving silence made it pretty oblivious that he didn't know how to initiate a conversation. But then, the words came out with a thick Russian accent. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, somewhat." Steven answered while still examining the ruined city, avoiding the mug of coffee on his side. "Been spending the last five minutes formatting a sound strategy for crossing that bridge."

"And?"

"A ton of Germans are still setting up defenses around the bridge—from both sides. So getting around them might be tricky but feasible if done correctly." Steven, still in deep thought, turned to look at Aleksey. "The best bet will be going out at night and using the darkness to our advantage."

"A sound plan." Aleksey nodded in agreement but felt somewhat unsatisfied. Now, he was the one looking out at the ruined city. "I only hope we get to shoot Nazis."

Steven was disappointed with the remark and appeared over Aleksey with arms crossed. "You know, this war will eventually end—along with the killing. I hope you're ready for that world."

"There will always be Nazi scum to kill." Aleksey responded without emotion in his voice, but his face was poorly concealing anger and shame. "You know that to be the truth, Captain."

Steven remained silent so as to not give him the satisfaction of being right. Then, fortunately, James Barnes interrupted both men to notify them that the American divisions were ready to advance to Cologne earlier than expected. Steven was clearly irritated at the sudden news, but the original plan wasn't jeopardized. But before he had the chance to follow James, Aleksey unexpectedly reached out to him in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"I don't like to kill, but that's what my orders are. I hope you understand." Aleksey didn't even wait for a reply before excusing himself out of embarrassment. All by his lonely self, Steven stared at the ruined city once more and whispered to himself—away from the prying ears of fellow squadmates and command—giving himself a moment of opportunity to be vulnerable in a long time too.

"Yeah... I do."

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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

@Master Bruce I did post a sample post a while ago with my sheet.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Here's the man himself who will annoy Iron Man and the other smart nerds with computer "problems"

CAPTAIN AMERICA — THE MAN OUT OF TIME

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

^{"All of you are here to ensure that liberty has a chance and I am damn proud to be standing by your side."
— Steven Rogers, March 1945}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Steven Grant Rogers (July 4, 1922 – April 18, 1945) _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | US Army | The Howling Commandos _________________________________________________________ New York City | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deceased Johann Shmidt Chester Phillips Margaret Carter Aleksey Lebedev Timothy Dugan Gabriel Jones Jim Morita Robert Ralston Present Maria Hill Sharon Carter Samuel Wilson John Walker Brock Rumlow William Burnside Helmut Zemo Arnim Zola - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ "We have made instruments of God, gentlemen." Abraham Erskine allegedly spoke those words after the successful injection of the Super Soldier Serum and usage of the Vita-Ray Chamber upon a scrawny Steven Rogers. Unfortunately, his murder occurred shortly after the transformation, taking the serum's formula with him. Initially, the US Army cautioned against putting Rogers on the front lines at the risk of losing the formula entirely. However, while attempting to retrieve the serum from blood samples, he was assigned the role of "Captain America" to promote war bonds across allied territories. At one bond rally in England, Rogers uncovered and exposed a secret Hydra lair at the heart of London. His heroics and exploits garnered the support of civilians and some of the Allied powers calling for his immediate deployment. Under pressure, Steven Rogers was assigned to the United States Fifth Army to help with efforts in the Italian campaign. But he went AWOL upon learning that his friend, James "Bucky" Barnes, was captured along with his unit. They were subjected to forced labor and torture at a Hydra facility sponsored by Nazi Germany before their rescue. Captain America became a war hero and was designated an elite combat unit known as The Howling Commandos. It comprised several soldiers for the liberated unit, including Bucky Barnes, who was seen as the right-hand man. The unit conducted raids upon Hydra facilities and constantly joined forces with resistance movements across Western and Eastern Europe. By the summer of 1944, The Howling Commandos recruited several more combatants, including Agent 13 (formally known as Margaret Carter, a French resistance fighter) and the first Red Guardian, Aleksey Lebedev. Then, in spring 1945, the Strategic Scientific Reserve learned that Hydra relocated its headquarters to Nazi-occupied Norway. The Howling Commandos traveled there with the intent of capturing the remaining leadership, including Johann Shmidt (or known as The Red Skull). But then, Bucky was killed in action while pursuing Shmidt. Enraged and in mourning, Rogers followed Shmidt to a bomber plane before shortly crashing into the Norwegian Sea. Reports of Captain America's heroic sacrifice were held until the war's end to prevent a loss of morale among the Allied troops. Despite a month-long search of the Norwegian Sea, Steven Rogers' body was never found. And that remained so until now... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I have always liked stories that heavily emphasize how Steven Rogers is handling the modern world, like the wonder of using a computer for the first time. Or how vehicles have changed so much in a century. Or coping with the fact that everyone he has known is most likely dead. So I want to be able to tell that story with a few surprises here and there. Specifically, I want to explore his relationship with SHIELD and its director. Have him travel around the world to learn more about this new world and his friends' fates. And even make new ones along the way. I don't want to necessarily have him wake up and pick up that iconic shield to kick ass in the name of freedom. Not right away. Rogers needs to get his bearings together—needs to come to terms with what has happened to him and the world—before even thinking about Captain America.

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SAMPLE POST

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{SPRING 1945}

THE AMERICAN AND THE RUSSIAN

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_{COLOGNE, GREATER GERMAN REICH}

Cologne, or whatever remained of the city, used to house nearly a million people before the war. However, it had essentially become a ghost town after the bombing raids either killed or forced its residents to flee elsewhere. German forces were pinned down near the Hohenzollern Bridge, ready for their possible last stand against the 104th Infantry and the 3rd Armored Division of the United States. Yet, even know they were in disarray and faced supply shortages, their spirits remained strong-willed—out of denial or fear was the foremost question on Steven Rogers' mind. After all, he understood what it was like to be driven by pure determination.

Steven Rogers, known as Captain America to many friends and foes alike, overlooked the ruined city to better understand the impending battle. He instantly noticed the tall spires of the Cologne Cathedral still standing while its surroundings were a war zone. It was quite an unforgettable sight to witness while smelling the smoking ruins from afar. Steven would've kept staring if it wasn't for his unit nearly finished with the preparations to cross the Rhine river by Hohenzollern Bridge. It still was one of the remaining bridges standing, but that could've easily changed with the upcoming assault. So, the Howling Commandos detached themselves from the VII Corps of the US Army and set up a temporary camp on the outskirts of town.

Aleksey Lebedev approached Steven with a mug of instant coffee freshly made by Margaret Carter. He was in his Red Guardian uniform, and the shield was strapped to his back, ready for use. It was admittedly still awkward to see that near-identical resemblance between both heroes. But after getting to know each other, both men came to appreciate the similarities and (some of) their differences. They were just representing their countries at the end of the day. Aleksey placed Steven's mug down beside him and then headed for the tree stump to sit on. The unnerving silence made it pretty oblivious that he didn't know how to initiate a conversation. But then, the words came out with a thick Russian accent. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, somewhat." Steven answered while still examining the ruined city, avoiding the mug of coffee on his side. "Been spending the last five minutes formatting a sound strategy for crossing that bridge."

"And?"

"A ton of Germans are still setting up defenses around the bridge—from both sides. So getting around them might be tricky but feasible if done correctly." Steven, still in deep thought, turned to look at Aleksey. "The best bet will be going out at night and using the darkness to our advantage."

"A sound plan." Aleksey nodded in agreement but felt somewhat unsatisfied. Now, he was the one looking out at the ruined city. "I only hope we get to shoot Nazis."

Steven was disappointed with the remark and appeared over Aleksey with arms crossed. "You know, this war will eventually end—along with the killing. I hope you're ready for that world."

"There will always be Nazi scum to kill." Aleksey responded without emotion in his voice, but his face was poorly concealing anger and shame. "You know that to be the truth, Captain."

Steven remained silent so as to not give him the satisfaction of being right. Then, fortunately, James Barnes interrupted both men to notify them that the American divisions were ready to advance to Cologne earlier than expected. Steven was clearly irritated at the sudden news, but the original plan wasn't jeopardized. But before he had the chance to follow James, Aleksey unexpectedly reached out to him in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"I don't like to kill, but that's what my orders are. I hope you understand." Aleksey didn't even wait for a reply before excusing himself out of embarrassment. All by his lonely self, Steven stared at the ruined city once more and whispered to himself—away from the prying ears of fellow squadmates and command—giving himself a moment of opportunity to be vulnerable in a long time too.

"Yeah... I do."

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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

I already am working on a Captain America sheet, but I am worried that it might not fit with what's been told about him already. Would be alright if we talked about it?

What am I saying is how much can we change characters already established by the story?