Rise of Marvels: 2099 Edition Character Application:
Character You Would Like to Play: Colonel Nicholas Joseph "Nick" Fury
Character Alignment (Hero, Villain, or Walking the Line): Walking the line.
Character's Speech Style and Color (actually say what the **** it is, *******s): Navy bold Georgia
Faction They Belong To (i.e. members of a corp, church or cult, underground meta group, etc): None.
Appearance/Costume (Briefly describe or post a picture of what your character's costume looks like): Imagine what Nick Fury looks now, add a few more grey hairs and a few more wrinkles, and you're there.
Powers and Abilities: None.
Brief Origin/History of Your Character and Their Personality: Nicholas Joseph Fury was once the executive director of SHIELD, but due to his own machinations he was forced underground for several years; When the cataclysm occured speculation was rife that Fury would resurface and save the day, as many had been accoustumed to over the years. Fury never came, SHIELD crumpled without leadership (having been abandoned by many of the old guard and former Howling Commando's since Fury's disappearance) and soon America was left a shadow of it's former self. Without explanation Nick's decided to show his face again, needless to say he's not very happy with the state his country is in; with hundreds of safe houses scattered across the country and outdated resources, Fury starts an all out war against the corporations that own America.
Supporting Cast: He's Nick Fury - his "supporting cast" pretty much extends to the entire universe.
How Often Do You Intend to Post in This RPG Each Week: 3.
Sample Post (must be a minimum of 4 paragraphs with at least 2 lines of dialogue from your character):
"So much for change..."
The gruff voice of Nick Fury muttered as he dropped his cigar on the floor and ground it out under his foot. This is what the home of the brave had become? He remembered standing shoulder to shoulder with titans; he remembered how the steely gaze of Steve Rogers could inspire courage in the most feeble of men, he remembered marvelling at Reed Richard's endless knowledge.
The age of Marvels was dead.
"<Excuse me sir - can I see some identification please?>"
The heavy footsteps of an armoured soldier for hire caught the old man's attention, Fury had always hated PMCs; there was nothing more dangerous than men without countries, without loyalties, something that he'd learned the hard way over the years.
With nostril's flared and fists clenched Fury reached into his trench-coat and handed the mercenary his identification card, which read "James Buchanan Barnes".
"<Everything seems to be in order here.>"
The mercenary handed Nick his card back and walked off on his rounds once again, Fury reached into his top pocket and pulled out another cigar and placed it between his lips; as he did so he stared at the huge building which stood infront of him, in bright letters the word "Alchemax" lit up the smoggy sky.
Nick struck the match between his fingers against the box, revealing underneath his trench coat several dozen pounds of C4 strapped around his stomach; as the cigar lit he mouthed a word that was barely visible through the darkness.
"Boom."
