The above table code must remain at the top. FULL tables below can be rearranged.
Traits: Input Info
Quirks: Input Info
Habits: Input Info
Personality information goes here. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.
You will note a line of code that starts with param name="wmode" above. The normal player that you add from flash-mp3-player.net does not contain this. If you are replacing the full player, make sure to add it into your code. Firefox can be buggy with flash players, leaving the player 'on top' of everything even when it is supposed to be hidden. While the extra code is not necessary in this particular layout, it's a good idea to get in the habit of adding it.
Pre Hydra
Name: James Buchanan Barnes
Nicknames: Bucky, Sarge, Barnes
Aliases: Sergeant Barnes
Date Of Birth: 10 March 1917
Place Of Birth: Brooklyn, New York, America
Ethnicity: White | American
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: -
Weight: -
Scars: Minor scars - 1940s | Left shoulder where skin meets metal - Post fall
Injuries: None - 1940s | Loss of left arm during train fall
Family & Relationships
Mother: Winifred Barnes nee Hubbard
Father: George M Barnes
Sister(S): Rebecca Barnes-Proctor
Other Family: Does Steve Rogers count?
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Relationship Status: Single
Current Relationship(S): Too messed up & not safe to be in one
Past Relationship(S): None
Former Occupation Sergeant with US Army - 107th unit first then later the Howling Commandos led by Steve Rogers | Captain America
Winter
Name:Winter Soldier
Nicknames: Win (James only, )Soldier, Winter
Aliases: Yasha, the Ghost
Date Of Birth: --- "Seriously?"
Place Of Birth: The Chair, Hydra
Current Residence: Wherever James goes. shrugs Ethnicity: Technically Russian
Occupation: Hydra's Murder Puppet | Being an annoying shit
Employer: Does Hydra count? | Otherwise James
Skills: --- "I murder people without anyone realising. What do you think my skills are? It's not cooking." - Winter
Quote: "I was created to protect James from what Hydra would have us do. Do not hurt him because you won't live."
James Barnes - Post Hydra
Name:James Barnes
Nicknames: Jay (Winter), Jamie, Barnes, Man with two sides, Broken white wolf
Aliases: Wolf | Prowler
Current Residence: Wherever our work takes us.
Ethnicity: Russian/American
Occupation: Jack of all trades | Mercenary
Employer: Myself
Skills: "Do I have ta say it? Really?" - James.
Quote: "Bucky died when he fell from the train. I am the pieces that survived."
Music
Connections
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Connection Name
Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt.
Movies
The above table code must remain at the top. FULL tables below can be rearranged.
Television
James Barnes
"Yer lookin' fer a man who died 70 years ago on a mountainside."
Short version for now.
the man known as Bucky Barnes died when he fell from the train. You have James Barnes and then there is Winter. James is the main personality and the one that people tend to interact with. Winter is the second one who protected James from everything that Hydra put them through and is basically the Winter Soldier. James doesn't remember Steve all that well and doesn't trust either him or Wanda, because they want to permanently remove Winter from his head. Post Civil war, they end up becoming a travelling jack of all trades, known for their ability to fix most things with their hands.
Books
-
-
Main Connection
Connection Name
You can duplicate this entire table to add additional connection spots.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.
Hello James, I am so sorry for my late reply. I will be active now here aswell, so I really would love to talk about a sl, whenever you are able finding a free minute.
Can happen in the most Expected ways. Even for us.
Sipping on his coffee, he listened as words were spoken and gave a nod of understanding. “Desperate? I’d say that’s putting it lightly. Mostly since he’s going as far as to send me out here. I mean if we’re being honest here…it’s not like I’m that special. Heh, the others have some kind of unnatural powers or strength. I mere have a bow and arrow at my disposal.” He said as he joked it off like usual, but his words were also rather true. More so than he’d like to ever admit. And he wasn’t so sure what difference he could make when all of the others had failed to get them back. But here he was, trying for some unknown reason. Yet he paused and was now trying to figure out the why. His own doubts getting the better of him at that moment. But he kept them to himself as he sipped on his coffee once more.
“Clint, you’re our last hope here.” The flashback kicked in. Steve talking to him with a look of a lost puppy coming from his eyes. “Natasha and the others weren’t able to do anything and even my own words have failed to reach through. Please, just take this letter with you. Show it and do what you can to break through. Please.” Steve sounded like some pitiful kid. One who wanted to get something so badly that they were willing to beg and that was not his usual behavior. It was enough to take the sharpshooter by surprise and leave him baffled for a solid moment. He was unsure of how to respond. Just what was it that was driving Steve to an extreme and desperate place? Whatever it was, it was shameful to see it placing the American’s hero in such a state as what was being displayed at that moment.
The flashback coming to an abrupt end and sending the Hawk’s mind back to the present, he looked at the letter and shoved it towards them. “Look, I’m not going to stoop to the levels that the others most likely have with this whole thing. Do as you will. But having a chance to talk would be nice.” He admitted as he rose from his seat and left a tip on the table. “I’ll follow you and we can speak more on the subject if needed. But I believe that the letter explains it all. I’m not the type to beg as it is. And without a doubt, my words would more than likely just seem empty and pointless. But I don’t want to hold you back from your duties.” He added as he then got ready to follow them to where they needed to be. There was no sense in sticking around at the restaurant all alone. Not without being hungry or looking for an escape. Plus, the three of them never really had a chance to speak much in the past. So perhaps it was time for that at long last. He still wondered what in the world made Steve believe that Clint would be the one to make a difference in all of this.
It was said, it started long ago, though no one can be really sure. The slow and painful decay of the once-mighty Greenwood. The white birches and oaks that stood tall and proud casting their eaves to the warm sun; slowly twisted beneath a decaying canopy. It was dark, foreboding, unforgiving in its rest of unease. Ancient, beyond the measure of mortal man's thoughts or memories. 'Stick to the path or you will never be seen again!' A warning not to be taken lightly by any whom would dare to cross into its threshold. For the elves who dwelt there, were not so welcoming as to give aid to any who intruded with unheeded thought or careless action. And the Forrest had a way of claiming the lost for good.
----------------------------------------
Webs clung in deceitful shrouds from the eves and branches of the denser part of the Forrest, long had they lingered like the doors of people’s minds closing all paths that lead to the Realm of his kin. It had been a deep sleep, in which time had forgotten them. And yet they had lingered, like a dream of peace. Out of reach... to the World of men, like a shroud of clouds which would cast away the stars.
Swiftly Legolas moved. His left foot barely touched the ground, as he leapt, fluently breaching the trunk of a tree.
Reaching out with his left hand, he grasped a low branch and brought his knees up to his stomach; nimbly swinging into a flip. His cloak flayed out around him as his bow travelled the length of his right arm, to rest once more across his shoulder. Silently, he landed lithely upon the top of the branch, and reached across his shoulders, fluently pulling free the two long blades sheathed upon his back.
His feet barely touched the length of the bough as he ran, twisting the blades fluently within his hands, bringing them high across his shoulders; cutting free the loose tendrils of webbing that threatened to block his path.
The cobweb clung upon the eaves and branches in last bid to snare, before dropping listlessly to the Forrest floor below whilst about him shadows moved within the boughs of the trees; The Elves of Mirkwood's Guard fluently following in his stead.
Deftly his sharp sights gazed between the frays of strange cobwebs and webbing. Thick and tangled it hung like a maze between the trees. The ways to Amon Lanc, the old settlement of the Elves, now lay blocked.
For many years the Forrest had been darkening. When the star had fallen from the sky and the influence of the Noldor passed through Khazad-dum and into Lothlorien. His *Aduadar, Oropher had eventually led their people north, to settle in the Emyn Duil- the small range of Mountains that stood amidst the middle of the Forrest.
Throughout most of the second age, Amon Lanc had remained under the influence and protection of his kin, the Silvan Elves. Yet as the War of the Elves and Sauron had raged through SA1693-1701 it had been forgotten, cast aside to fade into history.
Yet it seemed to Legolas, this was not so! Something else had since claimed it!
Glancing to Elves that stood hidden in shadow among the Forrest boughs, Legolas stepped forward, leaping high as he propelled himself into the air. Lithely he leaned forward bringing his knees up to his chest and thrust them outwards into a frontward flip; as his cloak flayed about him. The maze of cobwebs snared instantly against his upturned back, jolting his fall as in unison he lowered the long blades within his hands; swiftly slicing diagonally, behind his raised legs before nimbly twisted the helms within between his fingers; directing his blades upwards along the length of his body.
Instantly the webbing gave way propelling him downwards into a backward flip to swing forward through the webbing towards the hissing shape of the creature hidden within.
Instantly the web began to twitch, as large black spindly legs broke through the white haze. The claws on the end of each of its legs grasped tightly to its web.
Slowly the massive form crawled silently forward, giant front palps tasting his scent as it's massive over-sized abdomen pulsed.
It's back spinners making short work as it's cribellum spurted the silk in thrusts, spewing forth the white webbing in a bid to trap the Elven Prince mid-flight as Legolas tossed his two long blades into the air and reached up; simultaneously catching them within his grasp.
Directing their spiralling helms towards his chest, he thrust the blades forward, before him; deep within the gnashing, claw-like mouth of the giant spider; pulling it towards him as he levered his body upwards.
Swinging his legs high to his left, nimbly he dodged the silken thread that spewed towards him from the spider's spinneret and released his hold upon his blade helms, to land upon a bent knee upon the spider's cephalothorax.
Swiftly he leaned forward reaching to grasp upon the helms of his blades and ripped them upwards slicing the hard exoskeleton of the spiders head in two and turned to swivel upon his left knee as another giant spider darted forward to loom above him.
Leaning his body backwards upon the dead spider as hung precariously upon the weakening web, fluently Legolas twisted his wrists manoeuvring the helms of his blades within his fingers and thrust his arms forward; Piercing his blades through the trochanter joints upon the underside of the looming spider.
Instantly the spider coiled back, hissing wildly at the pain and Legolas sprang to his feet, stepping forward; Pushing down upon the abdomen of the dead spider he launched himself forward, dislodging it from the web to hurtle down and crash upon the Forrest floor; as he leapt in pursuit of the retreating foe!
Lithely he reached out wedging the silken thread, that spewed from its cribellum flat between his blades and swung, descending rapidly upon its webbing in pursuit before letting himself free fall to land upon retreating abdomen.
Dropping to sit, Legolas leaned back upon the spider, letting his body slide forward along its retreating length. As his legs slid across its eyes he sat forward; letting his legs calves hang alongside its palps and thrust his blades downwards between his spread legs.
Piercing through the soft tissue of the Spiders bulging eyes, the blades shaft's entered its brain. Killing it instantly and sending the Elven Prince tumbling forward as it stopped abruptly, hanging a mere meter from the ground.
As his cloak flayed out around him Legolas landed mid-roll and fluently rose to his feet. Instantly striding forward he made his way towards the elves who stood silently watching within the small web filled, clearing.
The Elves were young. Not long into adulthood, Yet they were not of his kin, had something happened in Rivendell or Lorien to send them so far east? Why had they come alone, and for what purpose? Did they not know that Mirkwood was a dangerous place, even those who dwelt there. And as the Mirkwood Guards made their way to gather around the edge of the small clearing, Legolas stepped forward to meet the two travellers...
*"Suil! Legolas i eneth nin. Mirkwood i mar nin. Ma gin?" Legolas's brow furrowed as his lips twitched with a smile of greeting... "It is not safe for you here...Why do you travel so far alone?"
*("Suil! Legolas i eneth nin. Mirkwood i mar nin. Ma gin?" -Greeting! Legolas is my name. Mirkwood is my home. Who are you?")
Andúnië Elessar Princess of - Gondor Daughter of King Aragorn and Lady Arwen Sweet and wholesome as Apple Pie. *laughs*
multi-para & novella writer looking for active and friendly Writers! this page was established June 11th 2020
Good Morning-- Afternoon-- Evening
my Friend.
Andúnië Elessar is my Name, but you can call me An. It`s much more easier if you ask me. I want to thank you, for accepting me, and for being my Friend. It is a pleasure for me meeting you. How are you on that wonderful sunny Day?
Since I am not a Friend of long Intros, I will do my best, to keep it short.
My whole Life I lived in Lothlórien, with my beloved great Grand Parents Lady Galdriel and Lord Celeborn. I had to do that, because I am special, I have some Fire in me, which need to be handled. I needed to learn to handle that. I got teached a lot about Nature, Creatures, Languages and of course different Weapons. There is a beautiful white Warg, I can call mine, which became a good Friend and Companion, but about that, you will read in my Starter. Since War once more is on the Way, to destroy our beautiful Middle Earth, my great Grand Parents decided to send me back Home, back to Gondor to help and well.. I wont to say to much.
If you are interested in talking about a Sl, I would love hearing back from you.
can happen in the mostexpectedways. Even between us.
Another battle down and more lives saved. Yet the hero's took more damage than most could ever handle in the course of a lifetime. But still, they pressed onward in the hopes of keeping the peace. Or at least that was what they always hoped for. But in the long run, things might not be so simple. Still, one man planned on enjoying the peace while it was there. Taking the time to spend at home and practicing with his skills. Never wishing to be the one to the team back for any reason. He was the mere mortal among the group. The one without super powers or unhuman strength. Or anything else. Never having anything more than his bow and arrows at his side. That was always his weapon in battle. That and his knowledge on certain things and people made him a true member of the world saving hero's. But even with all of the pluses that he had going for him. There were still so many things that were stacked against him. And those reasons were the things that kept him awake at night. Wondering if what he was doing was worth it all.
A sigh escaping past him as he stared at a piece of paper that had arrived at his doorstep only minutes ago. "Back in action already?" He sighed before rising to his feet and tossing the paper aside. His eyes slightly rolling. He wasn't so certain about what job he was being given. It wasn't the usual bank robbery gone bad or unearthly beings landing on the planet and wreaking havoc. No this was a job for a bounty hunter, in a way of speaking. But was this something for him to honestly do? Given his past and knowing the stories of this man that he was being assigned to catch. He might be more incline to help him. Rather than taking him in. Still, he would at least have to meet up with him and make it look like he was actually working. He took a moment to stretch and allowed a few stiff joints to crack as a means of making them loose once more. "Hmph, I doubt that this idea of theirs will even work." He mumbled to himself as he strapped his usual quiver. Making sure that he was ready for anything. Placing a few other weapons on him in hidden places, he made his way from his home.
Traveling alone was another thing that he had grown used to over the years. It gave him time to think and even reflect on things. At times though, it was like struggling with the worst of demons and would take everything he had to break free from the thoughts. Today just had to be one of those days. Was it because of the date? The events that took place on that dreadful day? Or was his memories of the past just running wild with him once again? Either way, the sound of a semi blasting its horn is what broke through to him. And just in time for him to swerve back into his lane and avoiding a deadly wreck that could have cost him his life. He wiped his cold sweaty forehead in relief. "Get it together, Clint." He scowled at himself in a low voice. Obviously being annoyed with his own actions and mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand and not on other things. Well other than his driving, unless he wanted to be roadkill before he even arrived.
The building soon came into view and to say that he could sense someone there was a bit farfetched, he still had his hunches. Normally they proved to be right and he hated that fact most of the time. But there were a few occasions that he was thankful for it. His truck pulling into a parking spot and the engine getting cut off, he took one moment to gather himself. Then he opened the truck door and climbed out of it before allowing the door to swing shut behind himself. This was where things could either turn out fine and no real fuss would be given. Or it would get out of hand and he'd be forced into yet another battle. He was silently hoping that things wouldn't end in a fight. He was in no real mood to deal with that. Not on that day at least. He slowly made his way inside and walked up to the counter with a smile on his face. "Can I get a strong cup of coffee please?" He asked before being given a smile and a nod.
He turned to see the man that he was supposed to be after sitting in area not too far from where he stood. "Here we go." He thought before making his way over and taking a seat. Making it seem as though they were good friends to others that passed by. But he gave a glance that spoke his thoughts to the male across the other side of the table. "You know, don't you?" A simple question but one that would answer everything with a simple response. He reached into his pocket and pulled out that same piece of paper. He had managed to grab it and tuck it into his blue jean pocket before leaving his small home. He simply slid it across the table. "This was supposed to be my orders. But you know how I'll handle this, don't you?" He spoke in a low tone with his face still holding a decent smile to others around him. Keeping things casual was for the best. Or so that was how he felt. Now he simply waited for a response.
-
