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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: terri !! back at it again

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: anna-marie ‘rogue’ Age: 24 FaceClaim: Maia Mitchell Secondary FaceClaim: (in the very rare chance there is an issue with your first choice.) zoey deutch Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) independent and brave & guarded and closed off Reformation Stance: (Pro or Anti [ refer to this to get a better gauge on what we mean] ) anti Is their Identity known?: nope ! Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): senior

Why do you want to play this character?: to be completely honest, the first comic i ever read was the x-men and i just gravitated towards rogue. she was so independent and amazing. she had to overcome a lot in her life and she became this bad ass hero who people can look up to ! she kicks ass and takes names ! Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in):n/a Bio: owen and priscilla lived a calm life on a hippie commune when they had little anna-marie. things were going well for them and the community until a failed attempt at native american mysticism caused them to disappear. anna-marie was then left to her aunt carries care, who took to that job very quickly and created a very strict household as to not let anna-marie fall into the same traps as her parents did. all that did was get her to rebel more, things like running away often and petty theft became something young anna-marie became known for and granted her the nickname: rogue.

around this time, rogue began hanging around a local boy named cody who ended up becoming flirtatious with her. in the heat of the moment one night, they shared a kiss - her first kiss to be exact and in that moment, her abilities finally emerged. the kiss caused her to suck the life force and psyche from cody who ended up in a coma because of it. distraught from her new found inability to touch or have any skin-to-skin contact along with the guilt of having hurt someone she cared about, she did what she knew best - she ran away from it. during this time, rogue was lured into the brotherhood by a woman named mystique. she was taken under her wing and given that mother-daughter relationship she wanted but at the same time - this group of mutants only strengthened her negative emotions and got her to use her abilities for unsavory things. after a while, the memories of strangers in her head finally started to catch up with her and she started to crack. knowing that the brotherhood didn’t really care about her, rogue went to the only person she thought could help, professor x who encouraged her to join his team at the shield university.

Writing Sample: rogue slammed her door shut, her chest heaving up and down from the fact that she’d just ran from the park five blocks away to her house. she’d just left cody there, collapsed on the ground. she didn’t know what to do, was he dead? he couldn’t be, right? she didn’t kill him? how could she ? all these questions were swirling around her head along with things that weren’t hers, like memories of throwing a football with a man she didn’t recognize, teasing a younger sister she didn’t have and eating dinner with a family that wasn’t hers. her mind was in shock, her body was in panic mode. they probably found him by now, they probably thought someone tried to kill him or maybe they didn’t but rogue couldn’t take that chance. she didn’t know what was going but she knew it was her fault, most things that were bad in her life were her fault.

she locked the door as she pulled her backpack from the ground and started to shove clothes into the bag, just grabbing whatever she saw not even caring if it was old or out of style. she looked around the room once again, scanning to see if she was missing something important she’d need. this wasn’t the first time she’d run away but this was more urgent than those times. the other were just her being a brat, not wanting to deal with the consequences of her actions but this, this was much bigger than skipping school. she quickly grabbed her essentials, deodorant, perfume, toothbrush, tooth paste, hair brush, her small bag of stolen makeup and a frame with the only picture of her and her mom she had. throwing those in with the clothes, she quickly zipped the main compartment before checking her wallet, it had eighty dollars in it - sixty of which she’d stolen from aunt carrie’s purse when she was in the shower earlier that morning. it was enough, for now. rogue threw on her comfiest jacket and swung her backpack onto her shoulders before opening her window. her eyes went to her desk, eyeing the pair of winter gloves she never wore. she snatched them quickly, shoving them into the back pocket of her jeans as she climbed out the window of her room to the outside. her aunt would be home soon. rogue looked back at her window, sighing before running in the opposite direction of where she’d left cody. this was her life now.

Extra Bits and Bobs: https://www.pinterest.com/buffiislayer/anna-marie-aka-rogue/ Rule check: to be considered an active member you have to post every 6 days in the ic discord or on the dash. no photos or musings count as activity.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: terri Age: 20 Preferred Pronouns: whatever you want i dont care lmao

Timezone: est

Triggers: n/a Activity: ( Describe it. How often will you post? We are all busy people so this is just to get an indication of activity.) i have two jobs rn so im kinda busy but i can promise to be on most of the week !!

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: johnny storm Age: 19 FaceClaim: cody christian Secondary FaceClaim: (in the very rare chance there is an issue with your first choice.) ross lynch Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) charismatic & talkative - cocky & impulsive Reformation Stance: (Pro or Anti [ refer to this to get a better gauge on what we mean] ) anti Is their Identity known?: yes Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): junior !

Why do you want to play this character?: johnny is that one white frat boy at the party you can trust and i just wanna portray that ! Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): honestly idk yet, i dont think i have enough time for two characters haha ! Bio: johnny storm and his sister susan, were born into a relatively normal family - that is until their mother died in a car accident. after this huge catastrophe, their father became an alcoholic, blaming himself for not being able to save her since he was a doctor. his spiraling self destruction led him into gambling and then murder which landed him in jail. after this happened, johnny and sue were sent to stay with their aunt in the suburbs for a chance at the normal life that they started off with. as a teen, he got very into cars and became an amateur mechanic.

joining his sister, the scientist dr richards, and the pilot ben grimm, johnny was a part of an unauthorized space flight. the entire trip was riddled with cosmic radiation which caused all of the passengers molecular structure to mutant. this created their abilities. quickly, johnny realized his abilities and how to somewhat control them and decided to call himself the human torch. him and the rest of the flight crew all decided to become a group, using their abilities to help their city using the name the fantastic four. with the hopes of calming his sister who didn’t like the idea of him being a mechanic by day and superhero by night, johnny decided to enroll in school - applying to shield university.

Writing Sample:

Johnny Storm is no stranger to girls screaming in the bedroom, but it’s not exactly his ideal alarm clock. He wakes in a tangle, his mouth dry as ash, and flounders for a moment, wrapped in heat, before he catches on. His first surge of panic makes the flames jump higher, and the screaming too. “Oh my God!” He leaps to his feet, the remains of the bedspread falling apart around him, and manages to take most of the hot stuff with him. Across the smoking bed, last night’s girl meets his eyes, her mouth working soundlessly between screams. The room is hers, and he gave it no thought when he fell into bed, but this morning he feels keenly that he’s playing away from home. He extinguishes himself, and bats ineptly at the smouldering mattress. He notes she has had the presence of mind to grab a towel before she started screaming. This may not bode well. “I’m so sorry…” he starts to say, and then pauses, far too obviously. Her brows come together like crossing swords. Oh shit, and he’s usually so smooth with names, and he remembers other stuff, like the sweet taste of Bacardi, her nails at his jawline, and he wants to say Cora, Colleen, or Collette, maybe? He hazards a “c” sound, but swallows it down when her eyes start to blaze. “You were moaning in your sleep,” she accuses. “Dreaming of you, baby,” he tries, like a reflex. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t my name,” she says with foreboding. He suddenly feels very naked, and flounders for his underwear, discarded in a wanton heap with last night’s tux. He stamps out a bit of bedspread that is licking at the carpet. When he straightens up again, he’s halfway decent. He meets her eyes, and they’re so hard it’s like walking at a wall. “Careful,” he says lamely. “I might burst into flames again.” Turns out she’s not quite ready to laugh about it. When she pauses for breath, he holds his hands out, palms raised. “Look, I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ll write you a cheque…” He means for the ruined bed, but she takes it all kinds of wrong ways.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Clint Barton Application !

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Ashley

Age: 24

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: EST

Triggers: N/A

Activity: I usually post a few times a day depending on my work schedule. If I’m working then I try to do some replies when I get home. If I can’t, then I usually get to everything the next day. I would say that I’m fairly active.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Clint Barton

Age: 28

FaceClaim: Jeremy Irvine

Secondary FaceClaim: Hunter Parrish

Traits: (+)Brave, (+) Focused ; (-) Nervous at times, (-) Sarcastic

Reformation Stance: Neutral

Is their Identity known?: Yes

Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): SHIELD field agent

Why do you want to play this character?: I love his background and I’m excited to explore it and his personality!

Bio:

Clint lost his parents at a young age and for a while, he grew used to hopping from orphanage to orphanage. That was until he and his younger brother caught the eye of a traveling circus. They left their latest orphanage and went on the run with the circus. His mentor taught him everything he knew. They shaped him into a master archer. They taught him how to steal and live on his own. And eventually – they left him for dead.

He eventually adapted his skills into a show and became known as “Hawkeye”. He performed in the circus for a while, before deciding to use his skills for the better. Eventually, he caught the eye of Nick Fury and joined SHIELD where he became one of their most elite agents.

After a few missions gone wrong, he decided to settle down for a bit, and joined Shield University as one of their FIELD agents. He’s bored, mostly, but at least he’s alive?

Writing Sample:

Clint Barton wasn’t sure why he had agreed to keep a watch over the university. The job was a boring one. Sometimes he felt like a landlord or a cranky room attendant rather than an actual SHIELD agent. There were times that he missed the undercover operations he had been sent on. He missed going undercover to catch the bad guys. He missed the action. For the life of him, he couldn’t decide why he had agreed to stay on campus.

It was a safe place for both him and Lucky. He didn’t feel the need to constantly be looking over his shoulder. However, he didn’t know it would be so difficult to keep an eye on some of the kids at the school. They were all powerful. Some too powerful. It was interesting to see their futures being molded slowly, but it wasn’t an undercover op in Tokyo by any means.

The last time he had been in Tokyo had been a blast. If a blast meant almost being shot in the head and losing his target all together. That was the thing, though, he never lost. He spent a week in the intensive care unit, but he didn’t die. After that mission, Fury decided that it’d be safer for him on the ground for a while. When he suggested the school, Clint had laughed in his face. When he was told he didn’t have an option, he followed the order.

He sighed when in the distance he saw two of the students in the beginning of a fight. Clint watched from where he was perched on the top of one of the buildings, deciding that he’d only jump in if he had to. Besides, he wasn’t planning on being the boring SHIELD agent. The one who everyone hated because he hated fun. Clint didn’t hate fun. In fact, he welcomed it. But he knew that Fury would have his ass if he allowed the students to fight on a regular basis.

It was too early. He didn’t know how the kids functioned in their morning classes. He had to at least have two pots of coffee, if not three, by this time in order to just get out of bed. Clint huffed when the students began to show off their powers. This wasn’t gonna fly. He grabbed his bow and expertly shot an arrow in between them and when they finally caught sight of him, Clint merely shook his head in warning and disappeared.

Rule check:

Participate within 6 days

Probation period of one month for new members. Post every 6 days.

Activity checks every 2 weeks, new members checked sporadically

3 strikes and you’re out. (reset every 4 months)

I hope that’s enough???

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Name/ Pseudonym: cas !!!! <3

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Theodore ‘Teddy’ Altman Age: 19 FaceClaim: logan shroyer Secondary FaceClaim: (in the very rare chance there is an issue with your first choice.) will tudor Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) protective & brave - stubborn & impulsive Reformation Stance: (Pro or Anti [ refer to this to get a better gauge on what we mean] ) Anti Is their Identity known?: no ! Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): Junior !

Why do you want to play this character?: i am a huge huge huge fan of the young avengers. teddy is just a very level headed part of the team, the one who tries as hard as he can to be a good influence and i love his big green gay ass so much !! Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): n/a Bio: Here we just want to see a brief history of the character, try to keep it as short as possible, 350 words should do. Be sure you include: heroic/villain history, how they got to SU and how long they’ve been there

teddy’s history starts before he was born, with his conception being something of a strange event. during the kree-skrull war, the skrull kl'rt, more widely known as the super-skrull, kidnapped scarlet witch, her brother quicksilver, and captain marvel, a kree warrior living on earth, and presented them to the skrull emperor in an attempt to gain favor. The heroes eventually escaped, but not after captain marvel and the skrull princess anelle had a tryst resulting in teddy’s conception. being a hybrid, teddy, or as he was named at the time, dorrek VIII, was marked for death from birth, and the princess was forced to smuggle him to earth with a nanny for his own protection. teddy was never told about his true nature, and his nanny, tasked with his protection and who genuinely came to love him, was known as mrs. altman - his mother.

teddy’s early life isn’t covered in great detail. he was raised on earth by a single mother who he believed to be human, and was told that his father died of cancer before he was born. he went to an episcopal school, and is familiar with the bible because of that. he had an otherwise relatively normal childhood and early teenage years, being relatively popular in high school and on sports teams due to his shapeshifting ability. he believed his shapeshifting abilities were due to being a mutant. teddy made friends with a boy at his school named greg when he was younger, revealing his shapeshifting abilities to the other boy and abusing them by mimicking superheroes and other celebrities to get the luxuries associated with being them. when greg tried to loot the destroyed avengers mansion, teddy finally put a stop to these shenanigans, arguing against it because it went against what he believed in and the whole situation was wrong. greg turned against him, calling him a freak and insinuating that he was a skrull, and the friendship ended with teddy realizing he values his morals over the friendship or fitting in. after this, he ended up being recruited by a group called the young avengers. a group of kids around his age who all were different in many ways, some having powers like him and others just being extremely skilled. upon joining this group, teddy felt as if he needed to do something else with life as well as a fall safe. he decided to join shield university to make sure he wasn’t wasting his life away being just a superhero.

Writing Sample:

There were moments, between one big fight and the next, one moment of turmoil and moral dissolution and the next that Teddy had just a moment or two too long to think. He hated those moments, mostly because he started to feel overwhelmed - really overwhelmed. It was just too much, chasing after a hero-turned-monster and finding out she wasn’t bad. Finding out that she was likable, she was flighty and temperamental and extremely powerful. Finding out that his boyfriend was way too much like her, and how terrifying that could be when he was facing down the X-Men and the Avengers, fighting for a boy he was so, so angry at for leaving him in the middle of the night to do something so stupid, so irrational, so brave that it drove him crazy. It was like he was burning inside, and he couldn’t lose Billy too, he couldn’t, not after Captain Marvel - after his mother. But he had to do this. He had to follow this through. Not just to make things right, but because Billy deserved that kind of support from him, the kind of support Scarlet Witch hadn’t gotten.

It hurt, he was scared, he was lonely, he felt powerless and over his head, like he was being swept along by a current he couldn’t stop…but Billy needed him. Because he knew, instinctively, that it was pretty likely that the only thing that would stop Billy from taking his mother’s path was that he had Teddy. And he was determined, right from the core of him, that he would be the anchor Billy needed to stay sane. Hard as it was, he had to be. It was his mission.

And all he needed to do was get past this night, and the next, and the fight after that. To survive, to flourish, even with the world against them.

‘Survive long enough to shout Billy Kaplan into submission, Teddy, and you’ll be set.’

he grimly reminded himself, and forced his way through another hour.

Extra Bits and Bobs: n/a Rule check: activity checks happen every two weeks, if you haven’t posted anything that isnt musing posts or pictures then you will be warned. hiatuses must be sent into the main

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Ash Age: Ancient Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: PST

Triggers: Rape Activity: I am on fairly often, you can usually expect replies from me every day to every three days considering how crazy my work schedule is that particular week.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Thor Odinson Age: 1534 FaceClaim: Chris Hemsworth Secondary FaceClaim: ?? Traits: Charismatic, Passionate, Arrogant, Impetuous Reformation Stance: Pro Is their Identity known?: Yes Class Standing: Professor - Astronomy (though really he teaches more the history of the Nine Realms, and uses class as an excuse to talk about his exploits more often than not.

Why do you want to play this character?: I love him. He’s more or less the whole package when it comes to characters- he’s got the comedy and the drama to be a very interesting multifaceted individual, who still struggles to find his true place in the universe, torn between his own desires and the duties he feels compelled to with regards to his birthright.

Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): Maria Hill is the next person I’m coming for, it was so hard to decide between Thor and Maria for number 2.

Bio:

Thor Odinson had what most would consider a charmed life. A literal Asgardian God, the son of Odin, Prince and future King of Asgard. He grew up secure in the knowledge of what he would become, brash and bold with a lust for battle and victory, having been raised on the tales of his father’s conquests in the Nine Realms. He became a formidable warrior with all of the requisite swagger, often surrounded by his Warriors Three with his brother coming along aside as they blazed their own trail through the Nine Realms, the strong arm of Odin’s whims. To many of Asgard, Thor was an extension of his hammer, a beautiful blunt instrument to be swung, a means to an end. He found that for the most part little else was expected of him. His brother was the one with the intelligence, the ambition. Thor found as he aged, he cared more about making war than the rather dull duties of being the King, becoming more and more a source of frustration to his father as time went on.

A frustration that eventually lead to his banishment to Midgard, and forced Thor to take a much harder look at his life and his actions. It was on Midgard that he truly learned to have compassion for others, and to finally see that there was more to life than victory and adulation. Thor fell in love with the place in many senses of the word, taking over from his father in the care and keeping of the small world, which seemed so fragile to Thor, and so ripe for danger from the forces they knew nothing about. It was this abiding love for Midgard that kept bringing him back (that and his brother’s occasional penchant for mischief and world domination). After the Battle of New York and the forming of the Avengers, Thor felt like he’d found more of a purpose again, something that reminded him of his days battling with the Warriors Three, but with perhaps a bit more forethought than before. It was this that drew him to Shield University, creating a sort of class of his own, wanting to teach the next generation of powerful people about the forces that lied beyond, potential threats and potential allies. It is Thor’s greatest hope to help bring those of Midgard up to speed about the rest of the universe, to give them an edge of there is ever a time when he cannot be there to save them. As of now, Thor splits his time between Shield University and Asgard, every once and awhile being called away to do some of his father’s bidding in the Nine Realms.

Writing Sample: (Post Infinity War sample cause I’m a sucker for drama)

When the dust fell and it truly dawned on them all that the battle was well and truly over, the first thought to cross the mind of Thor, son of Odin, King of Asgard, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, was that for the first time in over 1000 years of existence, he thought that fate must have been wrong. There had been only two true, clear outcomes in Thor’s mind. He would take Stormbreaker, kill Thanos, and save the universe. Or he would die trying, in some stunning blaze of glory that would make his father proud.

But neither had happened. Thanos was not vanquished, the universe had been all but torn in half, and Thor was still here. It was inconceivable to him that he could have lost his home, his people, his family and lost the only battle that seemed to have mattered. He had the most powerful weapon in the universe, could still feel it’s power vibrating through his hands, with all the power of the Bifrost, and still stand defeated. There was no honor in it. To be vanquished and alive.

A part of Thor knew then, that his place should be here, on Midgard, amongst the few friends he had left. There was much to do. The world had been plunged into chaos, he could feel it all around him. But he found he could not stay. With the power of the Bifrost at his fingertips, he left, testing the limits of Stormbreaker’s power. Thor went back to the ruin of Asgard and let the vision of it’s destruction burn into his memory. He traveled farther than he ever dared to go before, looking for some sort of battle. And battles were had and won. Thor did not find the usual satisfaction in the screams of his enemies, nor did he think they felt the pleasure of a battle well fought. He saw everywhere he went, no one battled with the passion of a true warrior. Thanos had decimated all, just as he intended. And with the taking of half of the universe’s population, he’d taken it’s soul.

And everywhere Thor went, he looked for hints of where Thanos had run to ground, knowing that he must be somewhere. He could feel that mandate humming through Stormbreaker too. It was a weapon to kill Thanos and it would not rest until Thanos was well and truly dead. But time was passing, and Thor had still not found the villain, and more and more he found his hope and will to fight fading. How could this be what the fates had willed? Had he survived everything to become this?

Extra Bits and Bobs: HEY see my old Thor account - thunderous-thor.tumblr.com (go back to page 21 to see the non-AU version of Thor, which looking back I realize is quite different from the first 20 pages)

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION: Name/ Pseudonym: Prouvaire Age: 25 Preferred Pronouns: she/her Timezone: gmt+2 Triggers: - Activity: Hopefully every other day. I’ll also try to queue things if I know I’ll get too busy. IC INFORMATION: Character you’re applying for: Anthony “Tony” Stark Age: 22 FaceClaim: young milo ventimiglia

Secondary FaceClaim: Penn Badgley Traits: Intelligent, aspiring; stubborn, careless Reformation Stance: anti. Is their Identity known?: nope. Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): Graduate Program + TA. Why do you want to play this character?: Tony was always been my favourite character. There are a lot of things in Tony that I can identify with and he’s one of the very few characters I really feel connected to. Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): - Bio:

Tony Stark is the son of Howard and Maria Stark. From a young age he had showed his mechanical aptitude, graduating high school at the age of fifteen and was accepted to MIT to study electrical engineering. At the age of sixteen, Howard and Maria died in a car accident, and Tony inherited his father’s company, Stark Industries. As he preferred to focus on his studies and not get into the business world, he’s done his best to keep low profile and let Obadiah Stand run the company until he was ready. He graduated MIT at the age of eighteen with PhDs in mathematics, physics, chemistry and computer science. Despite the fact that he didn’t want to do anything with the company yet, he still helped developing weapons and at the age of twenty he was sent by Stane to represent the company in a field test of the Jericho middle in the Middle East, where he’s been kidnapped and held captive for three months by a terrorist group. During the kidnapping, he got directly injured by a booby trap and had a shrapnel moving towards his heart. With the help of Ho Yinsen, who constructed a magnetic chest plate to keep the shrapnel from reaching his heart, he built the arc reactor to replace the car battery that kept him alive and the first Iron Man suit that he used to escape the place. Back at home, he found out that Obadiah Stane was the one in charge of the kidnapping and after confronting him, Tony took over the company at the age of twenty-one after the death of Stane. Iron Man known to the public as Tony’s bodyguard. Since his father founded the school, Tony was asked to attend the school while still being the CEO of Stark Industries and trying to keep his identity as Iron Man secret from both SHIELD and the public.

Writing Sample:

Starks never showed when they were hurt, when people hit their weak point. They shouldn’t have a weak point in the first place.

It was as if he was taught it from an early age. In a way, he did. He learned it from the way his father acted towards him (and towards . He, as the only son of Howard, was expected to be like his father one day – smart, famous and successful (and perhaps distant, too, considering Howard’s behaviour). It was one of the reasons why Tony acted like he usually did most of the times after he realised that he shouldn’t, in fact, be like him (genuinely smiling, trying his best to be friendly). But not showing emotions was something that still stuck. Besides, he shouldn’t even let people hurt him. It was the main reason why he didn’t let people in or get close to him most of the times. Because he knew that if they found his weakest point, they would betray him (like Obadiah, like Tiberius).

It was raining that evening. Tony wasn’t surprised. It was October after all. Soon enough it would start snowing. Instead of going outside like he planned, he decided to stay inside (not like things worked according to plan lately for him, anyway). He moved from the window and sat down on the floor, pulling the box of old books he hid under his bed. He could probably donate them – they were no use to him anymore (full of memories, memories he’d rather forget).

Distracting himself from everything that had happened with Rumiko - from the very beginning, when he first met her two years ago to friendship that led him to fell in love with her, their relationship to the break up and the letter (he figured out the equation to love while drunk, it seemed. Tony snorted at the idea. Funny how it happened when it was too late for actually saying ‘I love you’) he wrote her - seemed like the best thing he could do at that moment. Halfway through the organization, he found a picture of himself and his best friend at the bottom of the box, hidden under the advanced physics book.

Tony remembered distantly Rhodey’s words. He wouldn’t be able to go through such thing on his own. It was as if his best friend knew it would happen (he knew Tony far too well, more than Tony himself). He looked at the picture, a small, fond smile on his face. He remembered that day – it was at the end of his first term, right after finals (that he of course aced), and they’ve both went out to celebrate (minus drinking, because Rhodey was a Responsible Friend with capital letters). It was great time.

He put the picture on the bed – he’ll frame it later - and ran a hand through his hair before picking up another book. Chemistry. Maybe he would be able to find someone on campus that would appreciate it more than he did.

God, he missed Rhodey.

It was then that it hit him. Rhodey wouldn’t always be there – he wasn’t here right now. He couldn’t count on anyone; they had their own lives, their own problems to deal with. He couldn’t relay on people.

Perhaps his father was right when he acted the way he did.

(He hated it when Howard was right.)

(So much.)

Extra Bits and Bobs:

Tony is Italian-American Jewish.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Caiti Age: 21+ Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: CST Triggers: Any bashing of religion Activity: Hmm…forgot how I answered this for Pepper, but probably middle of the road? I can’t guarantee I’ll be on every day due to work, writing, and outside commitments, but I’ll be on as often as I can - usually every other day or every two days.

IC INFORMATION Character you’re applying for: Susan “Sue” Storm Age: 28 FaceClaim: Laura Vandervoort Secondary FaceClaim: Emily Bett Rickards Traits: Maternal, intelligent, overprotective, impatient Reformation Stance: Torn - she wants to believe in reformation, but she’s got a strong hunch that too many will use the reformation program to forward their own plans. Is their Identity known?: Known Class Standing: Professor - Biochemistry

Why do you want to play this character?: The Fantastic Four broke the mold for superheroes when Marvel first brought them out, and Sue Storm was a big part of that. In some ways, she was the glue holding them together. Through her various incarnations, she’s gone through character changes, and I love the idea of playing with some of that to piece together my own view of her. With so many powerful females on various teams, certainly much flashier ones, she often gets underrated or overlooked, but Sue’s done some amazing stuff - including using her powers to hold back Thor & Hulk.

Bio:

Susan Storm was the eldest child of Franklin & Mary Storm. Along with her younger brother, Johnny, she had a fairly normal childhood until her mother died in a car accident. Her father buried himself in his work, leaving the children to themselves quite often. Sue sometimes felt like she took on a mother role for her brother despite her youth. Despite all of this, she earned her doctorate in biochemistry on a fast-track educational path.

Along with Reed Richards, Ben Grimm, and her brother Johnny, Sue assisted in a series of experiments on the space station. When it was caught in a cosmic storm, the shielding proved inadequate, exposing all of them to radiation which affected their genetic structure. Instead of dying or becoming ill, something in their genetics unlocked, shifting them from normal humans to enhanced. Each of them gained new abilities. For Sue, it was invisibility, specifically in relation to the manipulation of light. At first her powers reacted to her emotions, but with time and practice, Sue learned to control her powers and then began expanding their uses.

The four of them worked together more than once after the cosmic storm, using their new abilities to help others, but Sue often felt herself the ‘team mother’ instead of the scientist she wanted to be. SHIELD University approached them about joining the faculty, bringing their talents and experience to students who could benefit from their history Given the “off-again” nature of her relationship with Reed, Susan signed up. She wanted to get back to science, back to figuring out the nature of her powers as well as those of others.

One of the youngest professors at the university, Sue proved herself a good teacher, always willing to join in with a friendly prank or competition, though she did her best to watch out for the quieter or shyer students. After two years at the university, everyone knew they could find Sue in her lab or in the commons, talking with students and helping with plans for the next big social gathering.

Writing Sample:

People often asked her what it felt like to have powers, how gaining them had changed her life. Usually Sue gave a witty or joking reply that allowed her to redirect the conversation. Few of them caught the shift, and she hoped she could keep that pattern going. Why? Because for all her intellect, instincts, and common sense - rare in a scientist, she knew - Sue found it difficult to give an honest answer to the question. How was she supposed to explain such a fundamental change?

That cosmic storm - it changed nothing … and everything.

Before the storm, she’d been a little flighty. Though Sue would bite off her tongue before admitting any such thing in front of her brother. While she still enjoyed a good party or get together, she’d become a good deal more grounded after the change. Her powers reflected - pun not entirely intended - her emotions, so she did her best to keep them under control. Otherwise she started going invisible at random moments when angry, scared, or nervous. Sometimes not a bad thing, but in the middle of a lecture? Definitely not good. Not to mention the trouble that could come if she lost control in the middle of a fight. Then she might become visible at exactly the wrong moment.

And none of this had anything to do with the situation before her - or not exactly. Considering the tight rein she currently had on her emotions, it might be a little related, but she didn’t have time for it. She had a classroom full of students to handle.

“Professor? Is SU really opening the doors to villains?”

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“No it’s not! Everybody deserves a second chance.”

Sue walked around the podium to lean back against the table at the front of the classroom. Folding her arms over her chest, she waited as they turned to look at her and the silence spread. “If you’re all quite finished?” she asked, her eyebrows lifting in a clear demand that they be finished. No one spoke. “Good.”

“SHIELD University decided to extend an invitation to villains who are looking to reform,” she continued, holding up a hand when someone went to protest. “The decision has been made. Arguing with it now is a little after the fact.”

Not that she blamed them. While she could accept that some people truly sought to reform themselves and to change their life around, Sue had seen too many villains pursue world domination or some other insane plan for power to believe that all of them wanted to “make good”. No, she fully expected some villains to take advantage of the new program.

“But Professor…!”

“I’m not suggesting you let down your guard.” Sue rolled over the half-worded protest. “But don’t go in with a chip on your shoulder or expectations of failure either. You’ll end up sabotaging any truly repentant folks.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Be observant,” she replied. “And friendly as you would be with any stranger. If they are villains you’ve faced before, no one will fault you for being cautious, but keep your tempers.” Her sharp eyes scanned the room. “Do not be the ones to start a fight - either by your actions or your lack thereof.”

Sue intended to do the same, but one thing she knew above all - let a villain go after her brother, her friends, or her students, and she would be the one to finish the fight.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Pls don't flag my app @ tumblr

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: its yo boi and fellow Admin, Raeeee

Age: 21

Preferred Pronouns: they/them

Timezone: EST/EDT

Triggers: rape, sexual assault

Activity: ( Describe it. How often will you post? We are all busy people so this is just to get an indication of activity.) I’m literally on more than I am anywhere else. Honestly be proud im passing college rn (also college is almost over for a while so yaaaay break!)

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Illyanna Rasputin { MAGIK }

Age: 22

FaceClaim: Carlson Young

Secondary FaceClaim: Lili Reinhart

Traits: + charming, meticulous - pessimistic, dependent

Reformation Stance: Anti; Good Intentions: 0, Support Reformation: -2

Is their Identity known?: This is a loaded question. So “Magik” isn’t a mantle that she’s taken on yet. But, Darkchilde is known by SHIELD, by Emma (since Illyana was set to go to the school Emma was setting up until SHIELD happened), but not known to many others. So mostly she’d just be known as Illyana, mutant, somewhat-skilled magic user, and student.

Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc): Junior, she’s been here since Freshman.

Why do you want to play this character?: Sit on down kiddies lemme tell you a story of SU past. Lil ol me just getting back into writing; I was in a marvel rp group as Wolfsbane and out of nowhere it died. So when i found SU I felt like it was a great thing. You know what I did? I wrote a whole ass app for Wolfsbane and then decided that (OMG EMMA FROST) I wanted to be a Hellion that was more in with Emma, thusly sweet little Catseye came to be. I have also played Firestar elsewhere in the past and I believed it was time to more on to others. I’m obsessed with Emma’s Hellions (maybe more than is appropriate) BUT HERE WE ARE. Side Note because I am trash. Ever since I decided to take Illyana as my second character I’ve been diving deeper and deeper into her. I found a lot of really cool and disturbing things that I am SO ready to bring to this RP.

Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): Madelyne Pryor, Selene Gallio, Sebastian Shaw, Rogue, WANDA MAXIMOFF, my sweet blue baby beasty boy Hank McCoy.

Bio:

Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina was born on a Soviet collective farm in Serbia. Before her was born her two brothers Piotr and Mikhail, only one of whom would go off to do great things for himself, both of whom were also mutants. So I guess you could say she had a lot of support going for her. It was no surprise that she grew close to one brother over the other after Piotr saved her from a runaway tractor on the farm she began to look up to him even more. As a child she was used by the Russian government for her mutation, along with her oldest brother Mikhail. When Piotr found out about this Illyana was whisked away to the United States thinking that she would be safe from harm.

This was sadly not the case as Illyana was soon abducted by the demon Belasco and taken into Limbo. While in Limbo Illyana was beaten by servants of Belasco and had part of her soul taken and turned into a Bloodstone. She lived in Limbo with Belasco for a long time as an apprentice, later discovering her teleportation disc mutation. During this time she began learning the ways of sorcery and how to harness her combat skills. Illyana quickly grew tired of her time spent with the demon and formulated a plan to be released from Limbo back to Earth. This plan entailed manifesting the Soulsword from a part of her own lifeforce, which she then used to defeat the demon for the time being.

Once back on Earth it wasn’t long before SHIELD had graced her as a “person of interest” and she was taken away to the University where she would have eyes on her 24/7. While she is technically part of the Villain Reformation Program she had already been going to SHIELD University since her technical Freshman year. Now going into her year as a Junior she is gearing left and right on the VRA and trying to keep her time in Limbo a secret.

Writing Sample: Please make sure all your writing samples are at least 400 words ( two paragraphs), we’ll never turn you away for more, in third person and either past or present tense. Be creative with these and don’t feel limited to just the prompts!! We admins just want to see your handling of the character and your writing style. If you need help with what to write feel to ask for some prompts or guidance, we’re here to help as best we can or choose from the topics here:

⌖ A brief moment ( one scene) in their past that shaped them.

The darkness of that place would never leave her memories, and now as she sat and stared out her window she thought of her time there. The time when her childhood had been ripped from her, perverted and taken to be made into its own cold darkness. When Illyana looked at the moon she took in all of its shadows and how well they played into her past. Belasco had taunted her with the moon, empty promises of seeing the light of it again and even in this moment she was taunted by its radiant charms. Sixteen years plagued her between her first night there and now. She could remember being the little girl who was in awe of all things Belasco promised and all of the trinkets he’d gifted her in her years there. The Bloodstone had been his greatest gift, a piece of her soul that he’d ripped from her and morphed into a glorious bond between them. A young Illyana could still be heard echoing the praises of the demon as he made them equal parts of each other.

Life would never be the same after that, even after she’d been saved and made to adjust to all the worldly things she had missed out on, but nothing was so easy anymore. In all her years living in Limbo she had only learned what Belasco had wanted, but he hadn’t expected his most beloved protege to turn those lessons to his demise. Her hand twisted the stone between her fingers, remembering the day.

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Illyana stood in Limbo, offering her life to create a weapon worthy of defeating her demon. Before her the Soulsword was crafted from a mix of her life and the sorcery she had be taught. She stared in awe as light grew in the darkness and everything she’d worked for came to fruition. Tangled locks of blonde swirled around her, lapping at her skin as the sword was brought to life in her hands. With it she knew she would escape her demon if only she could get close enough to slay him and be released.

Nights and days passed as they always had–without her knowing as she formulated plan after plan and tossed all other things to the side. Hours were spent by Belasco’s side learning and analyzing. How could she escape him with eyes on her? The sword was hidden in her room, the only place she had to herself without any threat of eyes or rules.

It had to happen, she had to be free.

The final straw had been the stone, but now she was dangling, pained by his presence and every word that left him.

She stood behind his throne, soulsword clutched in her small pale hands while eyes watched his every move. Each breath he took accentuated the beating heart that she would soon plunge into the flesh of his red body. He turned away, facing the altar that he practiced at, taught her at, that he’d shown her how to properly make offerings. So many memories would be held in this place. With no more of a thought she lunged out, transporting herself to his side and plunging the blade of her soul sword into his back. She heard him call out, scream as he turned to grab her–she transported back a few steps. She was far enough to not be reached, but to still watch as the black blood oozed from his skin and pooled around him where he fell to his knees.

“My child–Illyana” He coughed out, her name rough and uncomfortable on his lips.

Tears stung her eyes. Had she just killed the man who’d raised her? Who had taught her all that she knew? She owed him everything and yet she stood over him as he began to crumble into dust. The dust piled into the bubbling thickness of his fleshblood. When all was said and done she took steps forward to look at her handy-work. She was free.

She reached into the pile of ash and goo, pulling out the stone, her stone. In her hand she held the part of her soul that he had stolen.

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Freedom felt like pain some days. The red stone glistened in the light of that teasing moon. The taunting shadows that once scattered the lawn of the school now crept at her feet, lapping like waves of the ocean. The cool air from her open window tickled her skin sending bumps to rise over the pale exposed flesh. In that stone she saw her past, her future, her trials, and her overcoming.

Extra Bits and Bobs: https://messedupheartbreak.tumblr.com/post/180589711141

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Ash Age: Ancient Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: PST

Triggers: Rape Activity: I am on fairly often, you can usually expect replies from me every day to every three days considering how crazy my work schedule is that particular week.

IC INFORMATION:

Bio:

Writing Sample: (Post Infinity War sample cause I’m a sucker for drama)

Extra Bits and Bobs: HEY see my old Thor account - thunderous-thor.tumblr.com (go back to page 21 to see the non-AU version of Thor, which looking back I realize is quiet different from the first 20 pages)

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Tommy Shepherd Application

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Robin

Age: 20

Preferred Pronouns: he/him

Timezone: GMT

Triggers:

Activity: active most days ooc at the very least but I’m slow on replies

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Thomas Francis “Tommy” Shepherd

Age: 18

FaceClaim: Paul Craddock

Secondary FaceClaim: Ivan Bubalo

Traits: Loyal, Protective, Drive and Angry, Impulsive, Reckless, Rebellious

Reformation Stance: Pro

Is their Identity known?: His identity and power set is known to the government and likely the university, but outside of that he tries to keep his identity hidden from the public

Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): Freshman (I copied Ray I have no idea I’m sorry)

Why do you want to play this character?: I’ve been RPing as Tommy for the past 4, almost 5 years, and I can’t imagine not playing him, plus Ray is a dork who I love

Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): I play basically everyone, but I love my mutants most! I would be interesting in playing Magneto, Magik, Nightcrawler, and Husk.

Bio: Tommy was born to Frank and Mary Shepherd, he was a difficult child, who added extra strain to their already rocky marriage, by the time he was three they were divorced, and Mary was granted full custody, by age four he was in his first of many foster homes. He bounced around, staying in homes all over New Jersey, but never settling. As he grew older, he began to grow restless, and that restlessness lead to curbside warnings and stationhouse adjustments, before leadingto him being placed in a juvenile detention centre.

The X-Gene + puberty + stress + a room full of violent bullies = one eleven year old speedster in a medically induced coma for the better part of a year. Manifesting was rough, adjusting was rougher, and life after that just went downhill from there, until he was spending more time locked up than not, and he lasted in each home less and less time until he was 15. At 15 Tommy had had enough, already deep into his fascination with Magneto and his brotherhood, and in several underground groups of mutant extremists, he decided to take a stand against the high school he never felt welcome in.

It was never his intention to blow up the school, but that didn’t matter come his trial. It didn’t matter that he just wanted to give people a scare, to show them he was more powerful than they could ever dream of being, but one wrong move running though a wall and he got a gas pipe. Combined with the sheer heat he produced while running, it caused an explosion that lead to his arrest. He was tried for the deaths of 273 people, and then placed in a S.H.I.E.L.D. run facility for powered individuals where he was experimented on and tortured for several months, with the intention of turning him into a living weapon.

After being rescued by the Young Avengers, he had a choice to make. Join them and try do some good, or go on being a menace. But with homelessness looming over him, and no ability to provide for himself, he decided to join them, and stayed with them until the team mostly separated after a few years, and headed to space with Noh-Varr for a short time before returning to Earth. With no formal qualifications and his criminal record preventing him from living a normal life his options were slim, so at the Kaplan’s urgings, he decides to join SU to try get his GED, before hopefully going on to take some university courses.

Writing Sample:

There had been an estate sale he attended that day, he’s not sure why it’s not like he had money to burn but there was nothing better to do so he went. A boat had been for sale, in pretty piss poor condition, definitely not seaworthy, but something about it called to him, he even bid on it before the price crept just out of his budget and he had to let it go. Maybe it’s because he was just as messy, or maybe it’s because it was a chance at home that he otherwise wouldn’t have, either way, the moment had passed. Homelessness wasn’t exactly new to him, but standing in his boxers in a laundromat wasn’t exactly where Tommy thought he’d be at eighteen. It’s not what it’s made out to be. Homelessness isn’t just sleeping rough, although he’s spent a few nights in doorways since his return, it’s desperately trying to find a couch to stay on, or a floor when he couldn’t afford to be fussy, it’s finding all-night cafes and nursing mugs of hot chocolate so they don’t throw him out, it’s standing in laundromats, washing the backpack of clothes he owned so he could at least feel clean when asking friends from a lifetime ago if they had space. He couldn’t ask the young avengers, his pride hadn’t sunk that low just yet, and besides, he wasn’t unconvinced that his absence had affected them the way it affected him, which only added to the shame he felt. It was late when he called the Kaplan’s home phone, legs swinging from side to side as he perched atop the dryer, waiting an agonizingly long time for them to pick up. It gives him time to think, to dwell on his time living with them, on how good to him they were, too good, frankly, it’s why he left. How could he live there with their love and support when he saw himself as not being worth more than gum on their shoe? After a flurry of excuses and reassurances, the speedster finally managed to gather up the confidence to ask if he could come over to see them, because while the Kaplan’s didn’t raise him, they were smart, and practical, and might be able to help him find a part that didn’t involve disgruntled old women muttering about the youth of today as he pulled on the warmest clothes he owned, packed up his clothes, and headed out into the night.

Extra Bits and Bobs: Tommy’s Playlist

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Matthew Murdock

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Raptor

Age: 25

Preferred Pronouns: He/him or they/them

Timezone:

Triggers: rape/noncon, blood, pregnancy

Activity: I’ll be much more active on discord, but I work full time as a preschool aide, so activity on tumblr will be limited. More active thurs-sunday, a few scattered posts during weekdays.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Matt Murdock

Age: 31

FaceClaim: Charlie Cox

Secondary FaceClaim: Derek Theler

Traits: Courageous and honest, but also rebellious and sarcastic.

Reformation Stance: Anti.

Is their Identity known?: No

Class Standing: Professor

Why do you want to play this character?: Matt has been my favorite for a while. Outside of comics, his portrayal in the show really inspired me.

Other characters you’d like to play: Clint Barton.

Bio: Matt Murdock was a child born without much. A mother who abandoned him because of post-partum depression, a father who didn’t know how to raise a child on his own, He was short on a lot as a boy, on everything except for love. There was no doubt in anyone’s minds how much Jack Murdock loved his son; anything he could give the boy, he would have, and his schooling never took a back seat. Despite their difficulties, they prospered together, Matt nursing his father’s fighting wounds, while Jack did all he could for his son.

He was nine when he was left permanently and totally blind.

When he woke up in the hospital, he found he could hear much more than he could before, enough that he was in excruciating pain. Pain that he could ignore once his father was the sound he heard. He never told his father about all the new things he could hear, taste, smell, and feel, and focused on learning to real braille while Jack focused on his fights. His father was dead within a year, murdered by the mafia who made him throw the fights his son was so eager for him to win. Matt took fault with this, knowing he had said he wanted to hear him win a match, and the boy was left an orphan.

Stick came along before he was much older, taking him under his wing an explaining the newfound abilities he seemed to have. He was harsh, tough, rougher than his father had been, and much more likely to punish him for any misstep. Matt was much softer than the boy Stick must have anticipated, and when he offered something from their first meeting, Stick left. Without his training to delve into, Matt dove headfirst into his schoolwork, and earned himself a scholarship to Columbia Law. It was here he met Foggy Nelson, and the two became fast friends.

It was also here he met Elektra Nachios, and where he fell in love. Together, they did things Matt would never have dreamed of otherwise, and she made him forget, if even for the moment, that he was anything less than a man. She left, without so much as a word, and Matt took the blow to heart.

After college, Matt was immediately interned at a well-off law firm in the city, alongside his pal Foggy. He wasn’t exactly happy there- corporation clients, and putting innocent people, decent people, out on the streets. Matt left after a year, with Foggy on his coattails, to open their own firm, Nelson and Murdock, supporting regular people instead of corporations. Together they thrived, winning groundbreaking cases, and putting innocent people at ease. More than they, they were doing what they loved, together, and found a way to make it work.

Except, foggy didn’t know as much as Matt let on. A lawyer by day, but a vigilante by night, Matt donned a black mask to protect the innocent out on the streets. Daredevil, the media had called him, and he didn’t balk from the moniker. It was a few years before Foggy found out, and then Matt let himself love again, a kind young woman named Karen. His secret ended that relationship before long, leaving him again to cut himself off emotionally again. Things were dark, with the end of his partnership with Foggy on top of everything else.

Hearing about the university was like the light at the end of the tunnel. They would need someone who knew the law, who could teach the law, and he wouldn’t have to resort to defending corporations over people. It was certainly better than the alternative, and he could bench his nightly activities, at least, perhaps, enough to earn Foggy and Karen’s trust back. Whatever that would mean.

Writing Sample:

The university was not what he expected. Of course, his previous experience with Columbia would be different than this place- the infamous law school was larger, with more students than it sounded SU would have. Though, notoriety alone… Matt’s cane swept back and forth as he walked, clicking along the cement walkway in a familiar sort of way, something comforting in the new surroundings.

It smelled… new. An unfamiliar scent hanging in the air around the buildings. It wasn’t just the strange young adult smell- a mixture of too much cologne and not enough anti-perspirant- it was something else. Something that would have to grow on him, evidently. He made his way towards the building up ahead, pausing at the nearest sign to make sure he was headed in the right direction, his fingers rolling over the raised lettering. Legal studies, it proclaimed, and he stepped inside without hesitation.

It was warm inside, and he loosened the light coat he had over his torso. The cane clicked on the linoleum, a different, less enlightening sound. It sounded like visiting the hospital when Foggy got shot, or Wilson Fisk in prison, and then having the snot beat out of him. It didn’t bring back the warm memories of nights out with Foggy, or something trivial like going to coffee with Karen. He ignored the sound as he walked, focusing instead on where his feet were taking him.

He counted thirty-seven steps from the entry, to the fourth door on the right as instructed. His fingers reached out to stroke the wooden door, feeling how thick and strong it was before even trying the handle. His hand caught the glass front of the door, glossing over his name- just his name- on the front of the glossy surface, and it was almost enough to stop him from turning that handle. Knowing that, at one point, his name was not alone on the face of a door, that another name should reside comfortably above it, hurt his heart more than anything. With one last solemn press of his hand against the glass, he unlocked the door, and stepped into his new office.

Extra Bits and Bobs: I run this blog, which is an independent Matt Murdock roleplay.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION: Name/ Pseudonym: Amy Age: 31 Preferred Pronouns: she/her Timezone: GMT Triggers: None Activity: I work a demanding job but I’m usually on almost every evening. I would expect to reply within 48 hours at the most. Sometimes I’m incredibly fast, sometimes I need to think things over for a little while. IC INFORMATION: Character you’re applying for: Steve Rogers Age: 100, or late 20s, depending if you count the long nap in the middle FaceClaim: Chris Evans Secondary FaceClaim: Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) + merciful, loyal - stubborn, secretive Reformation Stance: (Pro or Anti) Mostly Pro, because he believes in trying to bring out the best in every one. He’s just not sure this is the correct way to go about it. He’s trying his best to adapt to it. He’s probably a little to the right of Stephen Strange on the grid. Is their Identity known?: Yes. Everyone knows his face. Class Standing: Steve could be considered a staffer, in that he still takes on missions here and there but he’s really trying to get some credits together for a Masters in Art History so he can be found studying or teaching the odd freshman class. He’s very good at lecturing on field work. Why do you want to play this character?: I’ve played Steve before, but in a dramatically different context. I think what appeals to me is not so much that he is a good man, but that he is a good man who struggles to stay good in the face of an increasingly indifferent world. How does he find himself again? How does he connect with the world when everyone is seemingly content to see him as a weapon or a relic? Can he learn to make friends again, and reconnect with those he’s lost? More importantly, how can he hand in his paper on the pre Raphaelites if he’s rescuing hostages off the coast of Hong Kong? Don’t super villains know he has a deadline and a very unforgiving TA? Other characters you’d like to play: Carol Danvers, Maria Hill. Bio: Steve’s history is pretty well know to the world. Born, barely scraped through his childhood years, then the war and his small world kind of got a little crazy. A little bigger. His time with the army lasted relatively few months, and ended decades ago, but sometimes Steve still swears it feels like yesterday. He had a rocky entrance back into the world, and modern living has felt like a bombardment ever since he woke up from the ice. He’ll fight, because he always does, but it’s a poor excuse for living at times and some days he just wants it all to stop. Steve’s all smiles, but it’s a public mask. Behind it he’s still angry, confused, and overwhelmed by 21st century living at times. He’s not a fool, he can understand how to work an iPad, but there’s suddenly just so much of everything it’s a little hard for him to handle. The cold is something he’s a little afraid of now but the peace of the ice, that’s something he finds himself longing for in his darker, private moments. More recent events have caused Steve to become disillusioned with working the way he was, a weapon of SHIELD, and work was one of the only things that kept him occupied, kept him going. He’s trying to step back but fighting has become a hard habit to break and downtime is difficult for Steve when he’s left to his own thoughts. He’s lost or forgotten all the things that used to bring him joy. At first he agreed to teach some self-defence classes in SHIELD’s new set up, and after being caught browsing in the student library one too many times he was further persuaded to sign up for a graduate course and although he can’t always make class and is often looking a bit frazzled the morning a paper is due he’s actually, dare he say it…. happy. Writing Sample: (I don’t assume any kind of relationship between Steve and any other characters, just writing this for fun!) “You wanna hear something funny, Buck? I went on a date last night.” There’s a book open in front of him as he sits at his desk, the page turned to images of Russian icons. Steve could not feel less enthused about religious art at this very moment, and the soft crunch crunch of his friend eating chips behind him is a welcome distraction. “You went on a date without me?” Buck replies with a note of interest in his voice. Steve doesn’t look up but he can hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me she has a friend.” Steve sees that line coming a mile away and it makes him hum with unexpressed laughter, comforted to know that so much had changed and yet so much is still the same. Steve shrugs his shoulder in response and leans over his book and his scribbled and crossed through notes. “Her name’s ____, she’s a friend of mine. We went trampolining. I…. I am not sure that’s how dating is actually supposed to work even now, but, yanno. It was fun.” Steve’s smiling but it dims a little as he stares off, the glimmering icons on the page completely forgotten, contemplative for a moment. “You went trampolining and… That’s it? You gonna see her again?” Bucky sounds more disappointed than Steve himself is. A great sigh heaves Steve’s chest up and down and he shakes his head. “Naw, I mean, yes, she’s my friend and she takes life drawing classes with me so of course I’ll see her, but. I dunno Buck. We’re not sweet on each other if that’s what you’re askin’. She’s a fine woman, and, y'know-” He pauses and makes a vague gesture with his hand, swirling through the air. “She’s beautiful and all, but. I guess it isn’t right between us. She has her own problems. But-” Abruptly he stops talking and writes ‘NO GOOD’ across the top of his notepad with heavy strokes, suddenly obscurely uncomfortable to be talking like this. Bucky reaches out, he can hear the covers on his bed rustle, and then there’s briefly a warm hand on his shoulder before it’s gone and Steve wishes he’d turned around in his chair earlier to catch whatever expression might be on Bucky’s face. “If she was the dame for you, you’d know. No harm in looking, though, right?” Bucky, right as ever. Steve was suddenly aware of all the space between them and tried to shrug off the way it made his skin prickle. Crunch crunch crunch and the smell of rain in the air and clean soap on Bucky’s skin. Steve twitches and he can just see the dark wing of Bucky’s hair from the corner of his eye. “Dames are called women now, Buck, but I know, you’re right. I think, what affected me was…. knowing that you’re right. Knowing I’m ready to start looking for that. I didn’t know if I ever would be.” “Pal, if it’s time, it’s time. You gotta get out there and meet as many women as you want. Eventually you’ll find the one you want to get to know better. Trust me, you ain’t gonna have trouble finding dames or women willing to date you.” There’s a creak as he twists in his chair then, Steve giving in and looking at Bucky, a bright ray of sunshine against the miserable grey autumn day carrying on in the window beyond. His eyes skip from Bucky’s eyes to his mouth and back, and Steve finds he can’t read him and it disarms him, as it always did now. There are times when it seems as if they are as close as they had ever been, and times when Steve couldn’t feel further away from his friend. Again, the space between them stretched and feels suddenly cold and vast. Part of Steve wishes he could do as some of his newer friends did- lounge around on him, sprawl all over him until their limbs were tangled and indistinguishable from each other. But they were never that way, Buck and him, and it sets a pang deep in his chest, his gut. Sometimes the smallest gestures are the most meaningful, so Steve tilts his body towards Bucky instead, a tiny echo of the way he wishes he could move if everything were right between them, if everything was right inside Steve, and hopes that he’ll be understood. Extra Bits and Bobs: https://youtu.be/ID9lYh_uUVs - Makes me think of Steve, of the ice, of thawing out all that coldness. Rule check: [ removed by admins ]

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: cas Age: 22 Preferred Pronouns: they/them

Timezone: est

Triggers: ed’s Activity: i have a job and college but i promise to be on as much as i can. i should be able to get on everyday at least.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: warren worthington III Age: 25 FaceClaim: william moseley Secondary FaceClaim: (in the very rare chance there is an issue with your first choice.) will tudor Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) charismatic & charitable - arrogant & shallow Reformation Stance: (Pro or Anti [ refer to this to get a better gauge on what we mean] ) Anti Is their Identity known?: No Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc if you’re unsure click here): TA

Why do you want to play this character?: i’ve never played warren before and honestly i dont know why. hes a really interested character and a pivotal part of the original x-men. im really interested in delving into his personality and furthering his development as an x-man. Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): pietro maximoff, melinda may & rocket raccon Bio: warren worthington III was born to warren worthington jr and kathryn who never expected to have a mutant as a son. being a very wealthy family, warren never spent too much time with his parents so the growth of his wings that sprouted from back at a young age wasn’t brought to their attention because he was basically raised by a maid who kept his secrets. he learned really quickly how to hide his large wings as he was sent of to boarding schools across the country. he took to being a superhero after a fire broke out at one of the boarding schools he was attending. throwing on a wig, he saved a bunch of students from the flames.

coming off the high of saving those students, he then donned a poorly homemade costume and took on the name the avenging angel. he started trying to be a superhero which caught the attention of professor x who recruited him as one his first students at his school. he was a pretty good student, he had always been but this time he was given a chance to really use his wings for good and learn how to really fight. the professor had a harness specially made for him to hold his wings down in a way that didnt cause him immense pain and let him completely blend in. after years of studying and fighting with the x-men, warren decided to give back to kids who were like him, confused and in need of help to become the heroes they were about to become. he joined shield university as a ta in hopes of really helping.

Writing Sample:

flashback - warren worthington III, age 15

the perks of having rich parents was that if he wanted a private room, he got a private room. many kids resented him because of this but he didn’t want to take any chances with his special appendages. it was hard enough to keep them a secret normally, imagine having a roommate that you were forced to change in front at some point. for a while he thought he was cursed but he didn’t know why he’d be cursed with wings and the ability to fly. usually curses were like horns and tails or like worse things like demonic possessions. he knew if he told his parents, they’d lock him away in some room in their giant house and pretend that he didn’t exist, so that he didn’t tarnish their family name. the worthingtons were a great family, they couldn’t possibly have a mutant son but here they were, with one no matter if they liked it or not - not that they ever noticed that something ever changed with him.

the young mutant stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his wings free and aching to feel the breeze of the sky against them but that was too dangerous. he turned to the side as he looked at the white feathers, blue eyes gazing down to the base of where they came out of his skin, which was starting to show bruising. he sighed as he pulled the ace bandage that he used to push them down out from a drawer. there was a method to his madness and if he didn’t do this, it was impossible to conceal his wings at all. warren wrapped the ace bandage around his wings, pulling them tight against his back. wrapping around and around until he ran out of bandage and was slightly out of breath by how tight it was. he pulled his uniform shirt over his arms, quickly putting on his cardigan and then topping it off with a slightly puffy jacket that he was allowed to wear because he lied about having a condition where he was cold all the time so the teachers wouldn’t tell him to take it off. warren looked into the mirror again, the slight bump on his back could easily be just from the puffiness of his jacket which is what he wanted people to think. another sigh escaped his lungs. he hoped there would come a day when this would end, where he could walk out into the world without going through this routine.

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OOC INFORMATION: Name/ Pseudonym: Caiti

Age: 30+

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: Central Triggers: Any bashing of religion Activity: Likely to be on 3-5 times a week. Some weeks I’ll be on a lot while others will be quick in-and-outs due to work, outside commitments, and my writing. IC INFORMATION: Character you’re applying for: Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Age: 26 FaceClaim: Madelaine Petsch

Secondary FaceClaim: Holland Roden Traits: Efficient, loyal, stubborn, picky Reformation Stance: Pro, to a point - it very much depends on the level of villainy and freedom of choice possessed by the person committing it.

Is their Identity known?: Known Class Standing: TA, Grad student Why do you want to play this character?: I find Pepper fascinating because she manages to keep her cool in some of the craziest situations - and I don’t necessarily mean the superhero stuff. Being involved with the Starks has its own set of crazy. She has a definite code of her own, and she will stick to it - even if it means using pepper spray to force someone to acknowledge a problem. I think she’s got a lot of emotions she keeps locked down in order to present the public image she’s chosen - so much compassion in particular, but also passion, pride, and courage. Other characters you’d like to play: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Janet Van Dyne, Kitty Pryde Bio:

Virginia Potts grew up in an upper middle class family, with parents who prized honesty and hard work. They instilled those same work ethics in their daughter - in her family, the old saying “You won’t get in as much trouble if you tell the truth” actually proved true. Her father was a partner in an accounting firm while her mother ran the marketing department for an international firm. She had been a surprise baby, conceived long after they’d given up the thought of having children. As the daughter of older, more settled parents, she grew up to be more mature than many of her peers.

Given her upbringing, it probably came as no surprise when she decided to pursue an interest in business, taking all of the available electives during high school - from accounting to record keeping to marketing. Her grades and test scores opened doors to some of the best business schools in the country and she began her university education at Columbia in New York City. During her time there, she took an open internship with Stark Industries. Assigned to mostly clerical tasks, she spotted an error in a contract that could have cost the company millions. While most would have reported it to their immediate supervisor, Virginia realized that using the chain of command would take too much time and the news of the mistake would never make it in time. So she skipped straight to the top in order to save the company from signing the contract.

Her catch of the mistake as well as her refusal to be turned away by security, even to the point of threatening them outright if they got in her way, proved to be a turning point in her life and netted her three very important things: the favorable attention of the Stark family, an offer to transfer to SHIELD University, and a new nickname. She welcomed the opportunities offered by the first two - after all, that kind of networking didn’t come around often and she was no idiot. The third, however… She’d done her best to avoid nicknames her entire life, refusing to answer to them until people gave up. Somehow, she rather expected this name to stick.

Six years later, as she began her graduate program in business administration, almost no one remembered the name Virginia. They all knew her as Pepper Potts.

Writing Sample:

Sitting in a quiet corner of the cafe, Pepper sipped on her mocha and considered the news. SHIELD University decided to open its doors to villains, hoping to aid in their reformation. Only hours old, the news already threatened to split the campus into two opposing sides: those in favor of the notion and those opposed. The sheer potential for violence and tragedy worried her.

So where did she stand?

Not one to make a snap decision if she had time to consider the ramifications, Pepper wanted to think about the pros and cons of the idea. On the one hand, she did believe people had the ability to change, to redeem past mistakes. Plus one should always take the situation into account - what caused the person to pursue the path of villainy? If someone stole food because they were hungry, should they be lumped into the same category as another who stole jewelry just to line their pocket?

Then again, she believed in justice and holding people accountable for their choices. While she believed intentions mattered more than consequences, people should accept responsibility for their choices and face the music. Not to mention, she had to consider the victims of their former attacks. Sure, some of them were dirty, villains in their own rights, but many of them had been innocents - people doing nothing more than going about their daily lives. What about their rights?

Glancing down at her notebook, she considered the couple of items listed so far. Pros - fair, potential to decrease battles and the fallout… Cons - vulnerability, division of campus… Not being a powered individual herself, she wondered about adding notes on that, but should it go on the pro or the con list? In some ways, the reformation program should lead to people like her feeling safer about the various powers, mutant, enhanced, or otherwise. On the other hand, opening doors to the villains could leave them at risk by having them inside their walls.

Pepper sighed and closed her notebook. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just breathed. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe, in the long run, that might be the best attitude to have. Any villain who took SHIELD University up on the offer would probably fall into one of three categories - the truly repentant, those looking for weaknesses to exploit, and those who just wanted to hide out for a short time.

Wouldn’t it be better, in the long run, to have the last two categories somewhere they could keep an eye on them?

“Pepper!”

She glanced around, a smile coming to her face as three of her friends hurried over. “You’re late,” she chastised them, a teasing note in her voice. “I’ve almost finished my mocha.”

“We were getting the news!” One of them, an excitable undergrad, almost bubbled with excitement. “Did you hear?”

“And what do you think?” demanded another, a frown creasing her brow as they all took their seats. “About letting the villains join us at the school. Don’t you think it’s kind of dangerous?”

“Give it a rest,” the third sighed. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure about that,” Pepper replied, leaning back and crossing her legs. “However, I’m cautiously in favor of the motion - or at least in the potential of the idea.” One eyebrow rose as she picked up her mocha. “I do think they’re being overly optimistic and I’d prefer a more thorough screening of just which villains they allowed in, but I think the plan itself has promise.”

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Notes from Kathrin: Please be mindful that Felicia’s app/backstory contains mentions of sexual assault (Not graphic, but a mention of it).

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Kathrin. Age: 21. Preferred Pronouns: Female. Timezone: CST. Triggers: Pregnancy, but only in certain circumstances. Activity: ( Describe it. How often will you post? We are all busy people so this is just to get an indication of activity.) I post quick frequently around 4 or 5 times a week, but sometimes I tend to just bunch up my post and only post 3 or 4 times a week.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Felicia Hardy. Age: Twenty-Two FaceClaim: Halston Sage Secondary FaceClaim: Cindy Kimberly. Traits: (2 positive and 2 negatives.) Charismatic & Resourceful. Manipulative & Untrusting. Reformation Stance: Anti. Is their Identity known?: Yes. Class Standing: Junior.

Why do you want to play this character?: I’ve always found Felicia to be a character that isn’t always as fleshed out as she could be. With the traumas she’s endured, the personality she has it’s easy to write her off a simple villain with a tragic backstory, but she’s more than that. I view her as a character with a witty tongue and talent for getting what she wants, but also as a young woman who had her identity stolen from her and hasn’t truly found her way back from that. She’ll always be untrusting of others around her, and it’s why I wanted to try and play her. To flesh out a character that I adore.

Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): Iron Man perhaps?

Bio: Felicia Hardy is the only child of Lydia & Walter Hardy. Born in Queens, New York, but shortly after her birth was moved to the upper class in Flushings, New York. The Hardys were a privileged and wealthy family with Walter being known as a “travel salesman” who would go away on many business trips, leaving Lydia to raise Felicia mainly by herself. The difference between Lydia and Walter in their raising of Felicia was staggering. While her father would constantly encourage her to be the best at what she does, her mother was not satisfied with “her best” and always pushed Felicia to win first place. Felicia would find interest in extracurricular activities such as cheerleading, basketball, and gymnastics, while still managing to get straight A’s in all her classes.

However, her family had a dark secret. The HARDY fortune was a result of her father’s career as a notorious cat burglar. When Felicia was thirteen years old, one day during cheerleading practice her mother informs her that her father had died in a plane crash over the Andes Mountains in South America. However, Felicia would eventually discover that her father was an infamous cat burglar in the newspapers, which allowed her to piece together the reason for her father’s “business trips.” ONE DAY, when Felicia was mugged, she learned of the excitement that comes in her father’s career. She decided to learn self-defense and enrolled in a martial arts class. There, she was trained by Miyagi Kanryo in the Okinawan art of Goju Ryu. Felicia also took the time to learn how to pick locks and crack open safes.

WITH WALTER’S LOCATION UNKNOWN, Felicia pushed herself to stay up on her studies and remain in school studying. As a freshman at Empire State University, she was date raped by her boyfriend, Ryan. Horrified and angered that he had stolen her life, and even though she knew the consequences, she decided that she was going to murder him. Felicia set her studies aside and underwent rigorous training, learning other different styles of fighting, and after several months was ready. She set out to find him, however, she was robbed of this vengeance as Ryan was KILLED in a drunk driving accident. She was angry that she could not fulfill her desire to kill him, so she decided to follow in her father’s footsteps.

Felicia set out to S T E A L from others to compensate psychologically for what was stolen from her. This also caused her to become addicted to the thrill of the chase as well as ADRENALINE.

Felicia then decided to make a costume and stole many valuable items. Felicia then decided to don the “Cat” identity because of a few reasons, cats have nine lives and land on their feet, crossing a black cat is bad luck, she is a cat burglar, and her father was the Black Cat. After months of practicing she took on the persona of Black Cat (Which was gained due to the false idea that she was able to jinx those around her, but this was nothing more than meticulously planned stunts, executed with the aid of her exceptional gymnastics and unarmed combat skills).

Felicia learned that her father was dying and was determined to not let his lasting moments be in a jail cell. She decided to break her father out of prison, but with careful planning at first. She breaks into the police station in order to gain information on criminals that will work for hire. After attempting to try and break her father, Walter Hardy, out of prison after discovering the location. This attempt was foiled and Felicia was forced to flee the scene by her father’s encouragement, only after he’d begged her to not fall down the dark path he’d gone down. Felicia ignores this advice. It was only a few days later that her father had passed away. After this final blow, Felicia vowed to come New York’s most premier cat burglar in his honor. Felicia moves into an apartment of her own, Felicia went straight to work and stole an original Ehrenreich painting easily. This is the single most piece that Felicia cherishes due to it being the first piece she’d taken after her father’s death.

Seeking power to take down those who would wish to stop her adrenaline rush, she’d made a deal with the DEVIL, better known as Kingpin, whose scientists imbued her with a guinea Bad Luck Jinx.

However, Felicia had regrets about never finishing her degree in art like she’d wanted to, so, after discovering that SHIELD UNIVERSITY would be opening its doors to villains in an outreach program, there was little doubt in Felicia’s mind that it would be an amusing time as well as getting the degree she’d wanted since she’d been a child. It seemed like an easy choice to transfer her credits from her two years at Empire State, and began her year this fall.

Writing Sample: Emerald hues easily gaze through the pair of binoculars that resting in her slim digits, her gaze currently on the guard who had just barely finished his second time around the whole second floor of the museum, a long & tedious hour of his flashlight dancing off the crystals, gems, & diamonds that lined the vast walls. Oh her mouth had almost salivated at the thought of those precious little treats being placed in her own bag to be admired properly – However, her fingers now idly tap against the ledge, the chill of the autumn air does little to the feline-esc girl with skin tight leather, boots, & gloves that easily kept the cold out, most of it anyways. Her chest felt that harsh sting of the chill as she leaned across the brick roof, waiting.

The blonde’s lips pursed together, she had dropped the binoculars as she watched the guard’s office light click on, eyebrow lifted as her body moved upwards. Despite it being perhaps the millionth time, something about taking what didn’t belong to her always gave her the rush, as if it were the first time. Perhaps one day it wouldn’t feel like this, but then again, if that were to happen, she’d possibly die of boredom. Lips stretch into a Cheshire like smile, a deep breath a chilled autumn air and her arm is lifted up and the grappling hook that was concealed in the fur of her suit is shot out and hooked onto the glass rooftop, just barely a metal beam for her to balance on – Then again, she did enjoy a challenge.

It takes only stepping from the ledge of the room for her to be able to make the swing across the buildings. Wind rushes through her long silvery-blonde locks, stinging her cheeks, chest and eyes as she moves. There truly was no better feeling that the rush of the wind. Delicately landing on the metal beams that helped to make up the roof of the museum, she’d always found it particularly annoying when the drop was more than six feet, who needed such high ceilings? Clearly no one was looking up. Rolling her eyes, it’s a random thought in the middle of her heist, and despite having not having her mind fully there Felicia had already pulled out the laser pointer pen. Twisting the cap, she slowly begins to cut through the thick layer of glass in a perfect circle. Who said art classes didn’t teach you anything?

Using her leather gloves to grasp the glass as to not alert the guard with the sound of shattering glass, she moves it easily to the side. The drop is high, but the feline had faced higher and without so much as a second glance nor a rope she merely drops downwards into the awaiting showroom. The halls are aligned with gems, and there is nothing more satisfying to Felicia that an easy hit – Almost too easy. Why not given them something to work for? Rarely does Felicia allow her own amusement to get in the way of a job, but without so much as a second through she’s walked towards the large display of diamonds, a girl’s true best friend, and shattered the class with a swift kick. The tiny fragments rain down onto the floor and with a messy swipe across the showrooms case she’s got a handful of diamonds, a blaring alarm, flashing lights, and loud yelling from the guard who would certainly be fired tomorrow.

Rushing towards the exit she’d made; a single flick of her rest has the grappling hook attached to the hole and another simple twist of her wrist has caused it to pull her upwards. A wide grin graces her lips as she looks below at the showroom, and she almost wants to laugh at how easy it always is – Then a strange sensation hits her. Easy. She didn’t want easy. She wanted reckless fun and adventure with heroes trying to stop her, banter and a little flirting. Almost annoyed she moves through the hole she made, her back towards it – The contents in her hands were an amusing game, at least for a moment, but now? Now it felt like a waste. A sigh leaves her. Maybe tomorrow something exciting will happen.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Matthew Murdock Application

OOC Information:

Name / Pseudonym: Matt, Not as Dumb as Pretends To Be.

Age: 18

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Timezone: GMT +1 Triggers: A lot of hard stuff for me to handle emotionally and mentally.

Activity: I’ll of course be active once I get the role, can’t wait to roleplay as Murdock, but I’ve got school and I gotta study so, yeah. IC Information:

Character you’re applying for: Matthew Michael Murdock Age: Thirty-two. FaceClaim: Charlie Cox Traits: Brave, intelligent, secretive, serious. Matt is funny, deeply thinking and charming man outside. Intelligent and careful in the courtroom and deadly serious fighter as Daredevil at nights.

Reformation Stance: Pro

Is their identity known: To a lot of people due to Born Again storyline.

Class Standing: Law Educator Why do you want to play this character: I really like Matthew Murdock, I’ve been a long time fan of him. I’ve read Daredevil comics since the year 2006, and I literally fell in love with the character. I spent days explaining to people why I love the character so much, why I think he’s one of the most troubled, yet so great people of comic books. And when the show came out, it hit my heart. It was so good, I was so happy they’ve done the characters so good. I also had experience roleplaying as Murdock before, in few other roleplay groups, and I hope I’ll be apart of this group too. And yeah, that’s why I wanna play Matt.

Other character you’d like to play: I was considering Bullseye or Moon Knight, but Daredevil is always a number one!

Bio: First Chapter: BATTLIN’ JACK MURDOCK

Matthew Michael Murdock grew up with his father Jonathan ‘’Battlin’’ Jack Murdock, professional boxer from New York’s part ‘Hell’s Kitchen’, on whom the bad times came. Matt’s mother Maggie left them both, when he was just a child, and since Jack wanted to not make his son suffer, told him she died. Old boxer didn’t get any fight offers, so he had to take the job from all kinds of criminals, so he could get money for both him and his son. He didn’t want to go deeper, but when mafia leader Fixer started to threaten that he would hurt Matt, Jack had to start working for him. Matt was naturally born sportsman and as kid he did a lot of bad stuff. Jack always tried to keep Matt out of Jack’s work and hoped that Matt will get education, that could allow Matt get away from the dirty streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Jack convinced Matt to PROMISE him that he would fully study and that he would NEVER go to beating up people. For that, they bullied Matt in school. Because of his father’s nicknames (such as ‘’Devil’’) they started to call Matt Daredevil, and when Matt couldn’t stand it any longer, he beat up one classmate for that. Jack was then angry at Matt when they were both at home. Matt then learnt how law is important, how it shouldn’t be broken. And that was the day when he decided he’ll start to study to become a lawyer. But he didn’t want to be with books all day long, so sometimes when Jack wasn’t at home, Matt went to Fogwell’s Gym where he trained hard.

Second Chapter: BLINDED

Matt’s life changed ever since the day when he saw a truck going through way where blind man was walking by. Matt was a brave child by then, and he did not hesitate. He jumped right into the street and pushed the blind man away, sadly the truck didn’t have time to stop, so it rapidly turned to left side and let all the chemical tubes fall from the truck and hit the people around. Sadly for Matt, the chemicals hit his eyes, taking his sight away but giving him powers no one has ever dreamed of. Few hours later his father found him there lying on street, and Matt was brought to hospital. In hospital he was visited by a lot of people, and due to what happened, he was even called ‘’Angel of Hell’s Kitchen’’ by Mayor of the city. One day in the hospital, he was visited by an unknown old woman, who gave a cross around Matt’s neck, and kissed him on his forehead. Matt didn’t know who she was, or what she was. She told him that his powers are a gift from God, that he should NOT tell anybody about them. And then she left.

Matt’s powers were heightened senses. Master hearing, touch, smell, everything except sight. Matt was now studying everything in braille while him and his father tried to live better. Jack asked for more from Fixer to feed his son, but Fixer denied until one thing. Fixer offered Jack a bunch of money and protection of his family, ONLY if Jack manages to lose his next fight. Jack would agree, bringing himself into a deadly deal.

Third Chapter: GUARDIAN DEVIL

Few days later, when the match came to happen that night, Jack thought about the deal he got with fixer. He would look like a coward to his son, an idiot who loses a fight. He didn’t want that. He wanted his son to be proud of him, to see him as a hero. He wanted to show Matt that life is about sacrifice, being brave, doing what you believe in. NEVER GIVING UP. That night the match came, Jack knew his son was in the audience, listening to the reports of who gives shot, who wins. Matt was there with his best friend Foggy, who also later becomes his partner at work. That night Jack won the fight, and that meant an immediate death to him. As Jack left the building, he got brutally wounded and shot through eye. The bullet flew through eye, brain, and then out. After Matt found this out, he put on his first yellow costume. He tracked down all the killers, and accidentally made Fixer get heart attack. That night, a new hero was born. DAREDEVIL.

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Matt was at the church’s rooftop, his right hand gripping the cross that was stabbed into the rooftop. He was in his typical Daredevil suit. Just the mention of Daredevil created fear in his opponents’ minds. Matt was listened around the city, to people. He listened to them asking for help, praying God to help them with what their children/close people are going through. Matt wanted to feel sorry for them, but he knew he couldn’t. If he would, it would break him from inside, show his weakness. He then heard an old woman cry and beg God to help his son, because he got himself into a trouble with Hammerhead’s henchmen. Matt then sighed, listening to the lady say her son’s location. He then stopped gripping the cross, letting himself start falling off the rooftop, as he was falling, he swung his right arm up, turning on the billy club as grapple hook was shot out to one rooftop. It pulled him at the rooftop, as Matt started to run through the rooftops to get to the lady’s son. Matt arrived into a warehouse near river. He was on the highest floor possible, no guards were there. Matt was just walking around, having his fingers on the wooden doors next to him. He sensed the boy in the room, alone. That was good, it gave him time. Matt opened the doors quietly, walking in as the boy looked at Matt. The boy got scared, as Matt approached him in a silent and deadly way. Matt untied him from the chair quickly, then speaking out to him. ’’Stand up. We’re going to get moving.’’ He turned, walking outside and waiting for the kid to follow him. As they both left the room, 6 Hammerhead’s henchmen aimed at them both. Thug ‘We played you, Fool of Hell’s Kitchen.’ They all grinned, aiming still at Matt. Matt tilted his head, listening to their breathing and heartbeat. He also felt what’s inside of the gun. They all have just two bullets. Two bullets to take him down with. And they’re six. That means 12 bullets that could end his life.

’’You should have pulled the trigger when you had your time.’’ Matt threw one his batons into the wall, as it bounced off to hit one thug to head, knocking him out. Matt gripped the boy, rushing past the knocked out thug downstairs. He threw the boy on the stairs, turning and climbing up. As he again returned to the floor, Matt punched one armed thug into nose, then gripping his arm and twisting it, making the gun fall to the ground. Matt spin kicked him, knocking him out as he immediately threw his second baton at the 3rd thug who got knocked out too. The other 3 thugs quickly all pulled their triggers, with all of them missing as Matt ran to hide behind the wall. He leaned himself to the wall, tilting his head and listening to what the 3 remaining thugs with no bullets will do. One of the thugs walked to the room where I was, and as he stepped into the doors, Matt rushed out, wrapping his arms around his neck, choking him. He hit his head to the wall, knocking him out. Matt then rushed out, kicking one of the two thugs into gut brutally, causing him to fall off the stairs. He turned to the other one, headbutting him and punching his right side of the chest. He then kneed his gut, afterward backflipping and hitting through the thug’s jaw, knocking him out. Matt then fell down, leaning himself to the wall and breathing deeply. He yelled at the boy. ’’Run home, kid. Before Hammerhead gets you….’’ Matt then stood up, walking towards the window. He opened it, listening to the sounds of the city again. He concentrated on others who wanted help too. And he caught a job again. Another crime for him to stop. The Devil was on his way. Daredevil.

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shielduniversityapps · 6 years ago

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Scarlet Witch application

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/ Pseudonym: Maddie Age: 23 Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: GMT

Triggers: Besides the usual (nsfw, gore etc), nothing really. Activity: I try and get on every other day but because of the season and retail, I can get a little busy though I do try to check in.

IC INFORMATION:

Character you’re applying for: Wanda Maximoff Age: 18 FaceClaim: Kaya Scodelario Secondary FaceClaim: Naomi Scott Traits: +Compassionate +Maternal -Uncertain -Hesitant Reformation Stance: Pro Is their Identity known?: Only to SHIELD officials. Identity protected by SHIELD. Class Standing (junior, senior, TA or professor, etc): Senior

Why do you want to play this character?: I have only played Wanda a handful of times so I really want to try my hand at her again. I’ve been a fan since X-Men Evolution and have read a lot of Wanda related stuff. (I’m a sucker for the old Avengers stuff with Wanda in). I just think she can be like a wild card for the group and I like the way I get to write with other characters. Other characters you’d like to play (feel free to leave this blank. we are just curious about what you are interested in): Felicia Hardy, Amora the Enchantress Bio: Wanda’s origin is something that is shrouded with mystery, even to herself. What she does know is that she has her twin brother, Pietro and her adoptive parents, Marya and Django Maximoff and lived in Sokovia. Rumors often circulated the twins, some saying they were children used for testing while others believed them to be the children of a powerful mutant. Either way, Wanda and Pietro lived relatively normal until a mortar shell from Stark Industries imploded into the apartment they lived in, killing their parents. A second shell hit that did not detonate but trapped the twins for two days.

It was then in their time of distress that Wanda’s powers activated, releasing them from the rubble. Both weak and without a home, the two began to travel place to place by foot, living on the move and petty theft to get by. Though they tried to settle, they were often under suspicion for being outsiders where they traveled with Wanda often being persecuted as a witch. For the downfall in their lives, Wanda developed a hatred for Stark Industries and eventually the Avengers, taking part in protests against them.

Wanda managed to make it over to the United States by stowing away on a ship and ended up joining the Brotherhood of Mutants with Pietro. She took part in their activities but swiftly became disillusioned with their purpose and the life they were living. Wanda and Pietro were then captured by SHIELD where Wanda confessed. She was offered a deal; Wanda and Pietro would be pardoned if they joined SHIELD University.

Wanda has been with the program for two years, having resolved her conflicting feelings about America and the Avengers. Still, whether she wants to try and attempt the path of heroism remains to be seen.

Had you ever had your heart broken once before by the decisions you made? Ever had it happen twice? Wanda had and, to put it so briefly and simply, she carried that guilt with her none stop. She believed that her doubts and inaction were what had gotten both her brother and lover killed and it broke her heart. So much so, she wasn’t sure how to go on in that moment.

Her hands held the lifeless body of her lover, mourning him as she had an out pour of emotion. She began to feel something beyond that. Wanda’s mysticism attuned her to the forces of the universe not many could understand. Not even she was sure what they were. It was similar to how she could tap into the molecules and properties of the world around her except it was if it was tapping into herself. Feel herself breaking apart on a cellular level, being pulled away from Vision. Her touch no longer mattered as everything faded away.

It was like a sharp shock as she felt herself awaken from what seemed liked floating in a void. “Vision?!” She called out almost instantly as she sat up, as if by instinct, she expected him to be there. She rubbed her head. This world felt different. It looked like Earth but she could, well, ‘feel’ it. Maybe it was her abilities or maybe it was her natural instincts. She looked down to see she was still in costume.

Hearing a crunch of the ground behind her, she flexed her fingers as they glowed with her signature red energy in the direction she heard. “You frightened me.” Wanda finally breathed, her hands dropping back to her sides.

Extra Bits and Bobs: Just some stuff I have on the blog previously like wardrobe choices and aesthetics; [x] [x] [x]

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