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nonstopnarcissist) wrote2017-03-04 01:35 pm
nonstopnarcissist) wrote2017-03-04 01:35 pm
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LEGION APP
APPLICATION
Player Name: Belle
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thesouthernbelle
Other characters: Agent York
Character Name: Tony Stark
Fandom: MCU
Character Journal:nonstopnarcissist
OU, AU, or OC? OU
If canon, canon point: Post Civil War
PB: RDJ of course
Superhero Name: Titanium Man! J/K, Iron Man. If it's not broke, don't fix it and all that.
History: Up through 1.12.13: Avengers Civil War- Picking up the Peices.
Additional OC and AU Background: N/A
Personality:
Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. Tony is a futurist ever looking forward to potential problems or deficiencies in the future and inventing whatever he can to solve those problems, has the the financial backing to make them into a possibility, the media personae to get the right attention on his work, and time leftover to make sure the disenfranchised and people in need benefit from them as well. Before anything else, before being Iron Man, he is this. A man looking ahead to solve problems even if he's the only one that can see them coming. He's focused on moving forward, learning from past mistakes, and building a better life for himself and the people around him even if he has to do it from the ground up- but this doesn't prevent him from getting so caught up in the work, the problem, or the solution he's certain will work out in the end that he's blind to potential complications. When he's locked onto something it's easy for him to focus on it to the exclusion of all else; which leads to engineering binges or cyclical, obsessive tinkering to perfect a single idea that may or may not end up marketable depending on what it is he'd been trying to solve. It's easy for him to be so wound up in looking ahead that he misses what happens around him, the current concerns falling to the wayside in favor of the larger picture.
A large chunk of his current motivations are wrapped up in a desperate need to atone, to make up for past negligence. While developing bigger, faster, more lethal weapons for SI he hadn't paid enough attention to the business side of things, it wasn't his life, he hadn't cared. All he'd wanted to do was keep building, keep tinkering on the side, and keep the public opinion of him more or less even. During his captivity in Afghanistan he had a sudden, visceral awakening to not only what his weapons are capable of, but how they were being used. Firsthand experience with what his negligence has allowed pushed Tony to hold himself accountable for what he was building and the system he was a part of. He can't erase war but he can make it more difficult to kill innocent people. The entirety of his choice to become Iron Man boils down to Yensin's compassion and dying wish. 'Don't waste it.' Having wasted so much of his life as a playboy that paid only half a mind to the consequences of his actions, the determination to take responsibility (more than he probably ought) for what he helped perpetuate directly shapes the creation of Iron Man and his choice to abandon the cue cards and stand in front of the press, admitting it's him. He hid for so long while other people ran the business, happy to live in his workshop building. This is one thing he'll stand up and say he created, he did, and take responsibility for what comes of it for good or ill.
Accountability matters, he holds himself accountable for every dollar of collateral damage and every person hurt by his carelessness (through hyperfocusing on other issues or having fear induced tunnel vision, rash knee jerk emotional reactions to challenges, and demons he's created throughout his life) and tries to push forward to make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes twice. Where he used to build for his ego or build for profit he builds, now, to protect himself, the people closest to him, and the world as best he can as a man with limited time if not resources. He is driven to find a way to protect the world from what's coming, constantly aware of a clock ticking down without a solid idea of when that deadline will be rolling through and it's agonizing not knowing.
All he knows is he can't handle it on his own and he can't point his reputation and lawyers at it; it's something that'll have to be fought and up until the end of Civil War, he thought he'd have a team to back when the sky fell in. But then, well, the accords slammed through while he was confronted with guilt over Sokovia (Ultron's creation and everyone dead because of him ('my fault') is something he'll always shoulder) and any opportunity to try to make amends seemed like a solid option. That quiet horror and certainty and guilt has overshadowed his usual brilliant joy in creation, his certainty that he is capable of doing what is right and necessary and that it will be the right thing; the fallout from the accords leaves him somewhat shaken, only 60% certain, and determined to build what's left of the Avengers into something that will outlast him.
Canon Powers: Genius Level Intellect, Charm, MONEY.
Game powers: Magic based Telekenesis RE Kinetix, with a specific focus on matter manipulation for quick fabrication of tools and gadgets on the fly as needed- when he masters the whole 'magic based' part of it. Magic isn't a thing where he's from (as far as he knows) and wrapping his head around that will take awhile. Until then, there's engineering.
Abilities: Hacking, Engineering, Social Manipulation (he is part of his own PR department sometimes, failing charm, he uses money), political savvy (recently dipped into and while it is not fun he will make shit work for the group so help him), hand to hand experience (more than the average civilian, less than the super soldiers and spies of the group.)
Setting: Tony will lose a little time immersing himself fully in the tech of the future and immediately attempt to replicate, perfect, or riff off of what's available. After the rather impressive failure of the Avengers to hold their shit together in what he sees as the beginnings of a very real threat- a legit unified force will help dig him out of the emotional quagmire the war's left him in. It'll give him hope- and he kind of needs that right now. Desperately.
SAMPLES
Prose Sample:
Your character is with the team at a fancy diplomatic party and a UP dignitary (a Coluan, naturally, because man, the entire planet of Colu seems to be chock full of arrogant dicks) has called into question the character's ability to be a Legionnaire and whether or not they, some weirdo interdimensional stranger, have the personal character to help protect the United Planets. How do they respond?
Oddly enough this is the first familiar thing to Tony. The party's just another round of gladhanding, meeting the movers and shakers, making nice. Spinning good PR for a world where he knows none of the players or expectations and can't really find a solid middle ground to land on between 'charming asshole' and 'exhausted one hundred percent done futurist'. When in doubt, he plays nice. Pretends Rhodey's there watching him from the sidelines waiting to have a migraine and since that's the last thing he needs in even a hypothetical situation? He manages to keep things civil.
But then there's this asshole. Swinging in hard with spite and a near vindictive sharpness to the question and honestly? It's something of a relief. Because this is one thing Tony's good at, one thing he can turn his own sharply edged smile at while his good humor and good behaviour dry up- sure, question him all the livelong day but there's more to it than that, isn't there? A party like this it's not questioning only him- but every other newbie that's stumbled through and has tried to make the best of it. So.
Fuck this guy in particular, Tony finishes his drink and sets it aside, massaging his left wrist to still stress induced tremors. "Huh, right so quick question- how many people here have ridden a nuke through an alien wormhole on a supposedly one way trip to keep a city of billions from dying?"
A quick glance around, no hands seem to be popping up. "Just me? Well I'm pretty sure the other Ex-Pat Legionnaire's have similarly heroic tales of personal integrity, sacrifice, etc, etc to prove they're good enough for the ring and the label but before any and all of that- we've got a right to want to help. We're doing it within a system arranged for us to do the job, do it well, and adjust to the marvelous universe that is this galling culture shock to every last one of us. Frankly I'm surprised no one's gone off the rails just for some bacon or other creature comforts but no, they sit and adapt, they suit up and fight the good fight and for the most part don't bat an eye when some smarmy politico wanders up and asks them 'okay but seriously nevermind that you've taken the oath and been read in and put your life on the line already, appease me and my delicate sensibilities, appease them now.' It's not about you."
Is that a tray with another round of charmingly elegant cocktails? It is, excellent, he plucks one off to gesture to the rest of the room- pointedly to the other Legionnaire's making nice. "Frankly I don't care what you think of me or think of us, because we're not doing it for YOU. We're doing it for the people you represent, every man, woman, child and sentient being in between that has a right to keep living without worrying about the universe falling down around their ears. We're doing it for them. Well, they are. Now I'm doing it because I know it'll annoy you, and that warms my shriveled old heart."
Network Sample:
Welcome to the Legion, rookie. As a way of helping your character cope with their circumstances and have an optimistic outlook towards the future, the existing Legionnaires want them to record a message to their future self with their thoughts on their current situation, what they hope to accomplish in their time with the Legion, and the first thing they want to do when they get sent safely home or to the dimension of their choice.
Well this is delightfully archaic. Dear diary- [ He huffs a quiet noise, rolling his eyes. ] Dear future me. You know as well as I do we never want to talk to who we're going to be. You've got perfect vision looking forward, so let's just skip to the part where I say something heartwarming and uplifting and we pretend this isn't going to be used as some sort of psych eval.
[ Which, well- alright, it might be, it might not be, and this is as good a time for self reflection as any. Tony reaches up to rub at his left shoulder, eyes focused on the middle distance. ]
Looking forward has never, ever been the problem. But, alright, let's try a little advice from the bottom of the hole we fell in. Reminders. Maybe don't look too far ahead. Stop...getting so caught up in the potential problems that you ignore the current ones. Take a break from planning to enjoy what's happening around you because we both know how fast it all goes away. How easy it is to lose something you thought might be a sure thing. Ask for help if you need it. Trust people to have your back- you might get a knife again and that is exhausting but-
The stakes are too high. Can't risk not taking that chance anymore, not here.
Um. Watch out for the kid. Make nice. Sleep more, drink less- god I sound like Rhodey. Must be doing this right if that's how it sounds.
Too long, didn't listen- or if you got bored because let's face it you're multitasking- Make it count. This- this system works. This is what we wanted to build. This works. It lasts. Pay attention and learn from it so that when we go back? We can try again. We can get it right. We might have enough time but- even if we don't? We work best under pressure anyway.
Additional info: He'll be coming in a little wounded and a lot worried, sans suit, FRIDAY module on his phone to help pilot the suit that he gets off the ground after he's had a chance to build things and a dormant variation of EXTREMIS (modified (fixed for no explosions))? Idk the film is vague as hell) in his bloodstream.
If this is your first character being apped to the game, did you reserve first? N/A
Player Name: Belle
Plurk Handle:
Other characters: Agent York
Character Name: Tony Stark
Fandom: MCU
Character Journal:
nonstopnarcissistOU, AU, or OC? OU
If canon, canon point: Post Civil War
PB: RDJ of course
Superhero Name: Titanium Man! J/K, Iron Man. If it's not broke, don't fix it and all that.
History: Up through 1.12.13: Avengers Civil War- Picking up the Peices.
Additional OC and AU Background: N/A
Personality:
Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. Tony is a futurist ever looking forward to potential problems or deficiencies in the future and inventing whatever he can to solve those problems, has the the financial backing to make them into a possibility, the media personae to get the right attention on his work, and time leftover to make sure the disenfranchised and people in need benefit from them as well. Before anything else, before being Iron Man, he is this. A man looking ahead to solve problems even if he's the only one that can see them coming. He's focused on moving forward, learning from past mistakes, and building a better life for himself and the people around him even if he has to do it from the ground up- but this doesn't prevent him from getting so caught up in the work, the problem, or the solution he's certain will work out in the end that he's blind to potential complications. When he's locked onto something it's easy for him to focus on it to the exclusion of all else; which leads to engineering binges or cyclical, obsessive tinkering to perfect a single idea that may or may not end up marketable depending on what it is he'd been trying to solve. It's easy for him to be so wound up in looking ahead that he misses what happens around him, the current concerns falling to the wayside in favor of the larger picture.
A large chunk of his current motivations are wrapped up in a desperate need to atone, to make up for past negligence. While developing bigger, faster, more lethal weapons for SI he hadn't paid enough attention to the business side of things, it wasn't his life, he hadn't cared. All he'd wanted to do was keep building, keep tinkering on the side, and keep the public opinion of him more or less even. During his captivity in Afghanistan he had a sudden, visceral awakening to not only what his weapons are capable of, but how they were being used. Firsthand experience with what his negligence has allowed pushed Tony to hold himself accountable for what he was building and the system he was a part of. He can't erase war but he can make it more difficult to kill innocent people. The entirety of his choice to become Iron Man boils down to Yensin's compassion and dying wish. 'Don't waste it.' Having wasted so much of his life as a playboy that paid only half a mind to the consequences of his actions, the determination to take responsibility (more than he probably ought) for what he helped perpetuate directly shapes the creation of Iron Man and his choice to abandon the cue cards and stand in front of the press, admitting it's him. He hid for so long while other people ran the business, happy to live in his workshop building. This is one thing he'll stand up and say he created, he did, and take responsibility for what comes of it for good or ill.
Accountability matters, he holds himself accountable for every dollar of collateral damage and every person hurt by his carelessness (through hyperfocusing on other issues or having fear induced tunnel vision, rash knee jerk emotional reactions to challenges, and demons he's created throughout his life) and tries to push forward to make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes twice. Where he used to build for his ego or build for profit he builds, now, to protect himself, the people closest to him, and the world as best he can as a man with limited time if not resources. He is driven to find a way to protect the world from what's coming, constantly aware of a clock ticking down without a solid idea of when that deadline will be rolling through and it's agonizing not knowing.
All he knows is he can't handle it on his own and he can't point his reputation and lawyers at it; it's something that'll have to be fought and up until the end of Civil War, he thought he'd have a team to back when the sky fell in. But then, well, the accords slammed through while he was confronted with guilt over Sokovia (Ultron's creation and everyone dead because of him ('my fault') is something he'll always shoulder) and any opportunity to try to make amends seemed like a solid option. That quiet horror and certainty and guilt has overshadowed his usual brilliant joy in creation, his certainty that he is capable of doing what is right and necessary and that it will be the right thing; the fallout from the accords leaves him somewhat shaken, only 60% certain, and determined to build what's left of the Avengers into something that will outlast him.
Canon Powers: Genius Level Intellect, Charm, MONEY.
Game powers: Magic based Telekenesis RE Kinetix, with a specific focus on matter manipulation for quick fabrication of tools and gadgets on the fly as needed- when he masters the whole 'magic based' part of it. Magic isn't a thing where he's from (as far as he knows) and wrapping his head around that will take awhile. Until then, there's engineering.
Abilities: Hacking, Engineering, Social Manipulation (he is part of his own PR department sometimes, failing charm, he uses money), political savvy (recently dipped into and while it is not fun he will make shit work for the group so help him), hand to hand experience (more than the average civilian, less than the super soldiers and spies of the group.)
Setting: Tony will lose a little time immersing himself fully in the tech of the future and immediately attempt to replicate, perfect, or riff off of what's available. After the rather impressive failure of the Avengers to hold their shit together in what he sees as the beginnings of a very real threat- a legit unified force will help dig him out of the emotional quagmire the war's left him in. It'll give him hope- and he kind of needs that right now. Desperately.
SAMPLES
Prose Sample:
Your character is with the team at a fancy diplomatic party and a UP dignitary (a Coluan, naturally, because man, the entire planet of Colu seems to be chock full of arrogant dicks) has called into question the character's ability to be a Legionnaire and whether or not they, some weirdo interdimensional stranger, have the personal character to help protect the United Planets. How do they respond?
Oddly enough this is the first familiar thing to Tony. The party's just another round of gladhanding, meeting the movers and shakers, making nice. Spinning good PR for a world where he knows none of the players or expectations and can't really find a solid middle ground to land on between 'charming asshole' and 'exhausted one hundred percent done futurist'. When in doubt, he plays nice. Pretends Rhodey's there watching him from the sidelines waiting to have a migraine and since that's the last thing he needs in even a hypothetical situation? He manages to keep things civil.
But then there's this asshole. Swinging in hard with spite and a near vindictive sharpness to the question and honestly? It's something of a relief. Because this is one thing Tony's good at, one thing he can turn his own sharply edged smile at while his good humor and good behaviour dry up- sure, question him all the livelong day but there's more to it than that, isn't there? A party like this it's not questioning only him- but every other newbie that's stumbled through and has tried to make the best of it. So.
Fuck this guy in particular, Tony finishes his drink and sets it aside, massaging his left wrist to still stress induced tremors. "Huh, right so quick question- how many people here have ridden a nuke through an alien wormhole on a supposedly one way trip to keep a city of billions from dying?"
A quick glance around, no hands seem to be popping up. "Just me? Well I'm pretty sure the other Ex-Pat Legionnaire's have similarly heroic tales of personal integrity, sacrifice, etc, etc to prove they're good enough for the ring and the label but before any and all of that- we've got a right to want to help. We're doing it within a system arranged for us to do the job, do it well, and adjust to the marvelous universe that is this galling culture shock to every last one of us. Frankly I'm surprised no one's gone off the rails just for some bacon or other creature comforts but no, they sit and adapt, they suit up and fight the good fight and for the most part don't bat an eye when some smarmy politico wanders up and asks them 'okay but seriously nevermind that you've taken the oath and been read in and put your life on the line already, appease me and my delicate sensibilities, appease them now.' It's not about you."
Is that a tray with another round of charmingly elegant cocktails? It is, excellent, he plucks one off to gesture to the rest of the room- pointedly to the other Legionnaire's making nice. "Frankly I don't care what you think of me or think of us, because we're not doing it for YOU. We're doing it for the people you represent, every man, woman, child and sentient being in between that has a right to keep living without worrying about the universe falling down around their ears. We're doing it for them. Well, they are. Now I'm doing it because I know it'll annoy you, and that warms my shriveled old heart."
Network Sample:
Welcome to the Legion, rookie. As a way of helping your character cope with their circumstances and have an optimistic outlook towards the future, the existing Legionnaires want them to record a message to their future self with their thoughts on their current situation, what they hope to accomplish in their time with the Legion, and the first thing they want to do when they get sent safely home or to the dimension of their choice.
Well this is delightfully archaic. Dear diary- [ He huffs a quiet noise, rolling his eyes. ] Dear future me. You know as well as I do we never want to talk to who we're going to be. You've got perfect vision looking forward, so let's just skip to the part where I say something heartwarming and uplifting and we pretend this isn't going to be used as some sort of psych eval.
[ Which, well- alright, it might be, it might not be, and this is as good a time for self reflection as any. Tony reaches up to rub at his left shoulder, eyes focused on the middle distance. ]
Looking forward has never, ever been the problem. But, alright, let's try a little advice from the bottom of the hole we fell in. Reminders. Maybe don't look too far ahead. Stop...getting so caught up in the potential problems that you ignore the current ones. Take a break from planning to enjoy what's happening around you because we both know how fast it all goes away. How easy it is to lose something you thought might be a sure thing. Ask for help if you need it. Trust people to have your back- you might get a knife again and that is exhausting but-
The stakes are too high. Can't risk not taking that chance anymore, not here.
Um. Watch out for the kid. Make nice. Sleep more, drink less- god I sound like Rhodey. Must be doing this right if that's how it sounds.
Too long, didn't listen- or if you got bored because let's face it you're multitasking- Make it count. This- this system works. This is what we wanted to build. This works. It lasts. Pay attention and learn from it so that when we go back? We can try again. We can get it right. We might have enough time but- even if we don't? We work best under pressure anyway.
Additional info: He'll be coming in a little wounded and a lot worried, sans suit, FRIDAY module on his phone to help pilot the suit that he gets off the ground after he's had a chance to build things and a dormant variation of EXTREMIS (modified (fixed for no explosions))? Idk the film is vague as hell) in his bloodstream.
If this is your first character being apped to the game, did you reserve first? N/A