Birth name: Brock Rumlow.
Aliases: Crossbones.
Nick names: Rum, Bones.
Age/Looks: 42
Date of birth: June 8, 1980
Date of death: I'm invisible.
Home town: Le Setia, New York.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single and not Looking.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Hazel.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175 Lbs.
Current location: A quiet little place in the middle of Nowhere.
Species: Human.
Creator: My Parents.
Loyalty: My friends. What friends I have Anyway.
Extended family:None, And I am fine with that.
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personality & traits
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
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powers & weakness
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, bold - Which in the very thought renews the fear. italics --- So bitter is it, death is little more; teletype -- But of the good to treat, which there underline --- I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. emphasis ---------- I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber link ---- at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
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biography title
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
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more shit no one will read
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
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midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left.
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She woke up in between sheets that she knew, she was probably out cold and she didn't understand what was going on. She didn't know if it was something with her best friend or what, but she knew for sure that she was in his bed. She saw his sheets, his covers, she woke up with one of those hang overs that make you swear to all the Gods you'll never drink again. And then when she opened her eyes, she had an injection and a glass of water. She knew the injection. It was part of the painkillers cabinets they had back at Hydra. Wait. She's in his bed. After drinking all night. Oh for the flying f*** of all the f***s that she could've possibly given. Now she didn't know why she was there. She gulped and then she sighed deeply, trying to manage her own thoughts because now she had guilt where last night she had probably horniness, okay, let's be fair. The man is hot and she's single. Ready to mingle, maybe. Possibly not, oh god what did she do? Did she throw herself on him and he let her spend the night? Jesus! No! What if now they're weird? Damn it.
She looked at the time and thanked the journaling Gods that today she didn't have to deliver anything at the Daily Planet. Or anywhere else, she injected herself with the pain killer and then she drank the glass of water and sighed deeply, holding onto his pillow like she had been doing it until she woke up. She didn't know what was worse, if the fact that she had no recollection of the previous night or that she woke up in Brock's bed, inside it, and after giving a small glance at herself, definitely naked. She was fearing the embarassment that would come after it. Especially since she didn't know what happened. Oh for the f*** of all the f***ers in the f***land! Did she...? They're both consenting adults if anything happened, but her mind was speeding, what if he acted weird? What if she did something awful and then he had no other way to calm her down than ..well...give her... some? oh good Lord. What did she do last night?
Then again, how did she get that drunk? She's basically kryptonian at this point with all the stuff she went through by Jor-El's experiments to try and bring back Clark, she didn't know how this was possible unless someone gave her kryptonite - it doesn't kill her, but it sure as the sky is blue gets her f***ing drunk in such a short amount of time that the potty mouth soldier brat comes out and she simply doesn't know how to deal with certain things unless she knows all about it. This time, she doesn't know all about it. She doesn't even know a third of what truly happened.She wishes she could stay up and focus, but she knows she needed a shower so she grabbed what looked like her white tank top and simply looked up, with embarrasment when she noticed the door opening and she wanted to escape, because she got truly shy all of a sudden, but she didn't. She was an adult, she was big enough to get drunk out of her ass, she is big enough to face the consequences. Counting on Brock remembering. Oh f***, what if none of them know what happened?!
She wasn't sure what thought of hers was worse, but she knew one thing for sure and that was that no matter what happened, she wanted to be able to look at Brock without shame. God, what if he blames her for it? She has to be severely honest to herself, it's a matter of shame or innocence and she knew better than anybody that she was far from innocent - unless you want to claim that she is because she hasn't killed anyone that didn't deserve it - she hasn't. To her knowledge, but then again she now had to inject herself and drink water and what if she had sex with Brock? or killed someone? or he had to save her? So many things, but she couldn't remember, but then she looked at her hand and the back of her hand had a Las Vegas Casino print on it. Oh sh*t. Viva las Vegas.
She just hoped nothing worse happened, but she knew that with the door opening, whatever happened. She'd know now.
I hope your holiday season greets you with peace, comfort and love. Whether you celebrate or not, you deserve it. This may be a generic greeting but, I know who I send it to. I see you, I cherish you, and you matter. If you are feeling alone, reach out anytime even if we don't know each other. All my love, light and warmth.
Vanessa looked at Brock she just felt that this was not right vampires following them again all of a sudden not sign of Barnes or his friend or anyone else that managed to get out. In all honestly as she called him out and finished fighting the vampires from attacking them she saw the one try to kill Brock. It made her angry as she growled and turned vamp faced when the vampire tried to kill him in front of her. "I dont know I want to find out part of me does but the other part just wants to run away somehow. For some reason I heard them say it was some amulet that is calling them but I wonder if it is someone using the amulet to summon all these vampires instead. I think if we knew who might have it its supposed to be like old mediveal and red crystal looking. I mean it has to be someone who knows what they are doing and wants to destroy the world or just us."
She told him as she ran and attacked a few vampires going more salvage now as she found herself being able to punch through their chests and pull out their dead heart killing them in the process. Vanessa turned to see him get hurt as she screamed her head off using her banshee scream she never had to use to kill three other vampires. "Im fine Im just really worried for you I dont know you and you got me careing for you already its not like me and what is worse you could had almost gotten turned."She told him feeling pain from her chest after having used a power she was not used to using in years. Vanessa looked around as she wished she had Barnes number but everything even her phone was in her car which was with his. Vanessa looked around the cabin and jumped on the roof to look around than back down to meet him."Well if you knew how to hack my phone you could track him all my stuff and my phone are with him I gave him my car so he could keep going but come on you need to get fixed up your bleeding alot you know."She told him as she pushed open and pulled him in quickly closing the door and chanting a spell on the building. "We should be safe but you you need to be healed."She told him as she put her hand on his throat as it glowed healing him up and any wounds he might had have."Sorry I can heal its a bonus power you know that was gifted to me."She told him as she dug through the fridge and drawers to find some liquor and started to drink it. "Here drink my nerves are shot and I used a power I havent needed to use in many years. Most of my powers I try not to use so got any ideas how we getting out of this or finding out who has this amulet. Also Barnes never told me but what is it that you all do?"
❝ You're right. No one is a saint. I've never claimed to be one, but the media sure likes to paint me as one just so they can rub my face in it when I do something that's deemed not heroic. Good people are capable of doing bad things. It doesn't make them bad, and I think people who are considered bad have a chance at redemption. Do you want to punch me, Rumlow? Do you want to kill me? ❞
A risk was taken. A step forward. There was no intention to mount the tension, and Rogers used it as an attempt to break the proverbial distance between Rumlow and he.
❝ Not necessarily. Of course you shouldn't be evil, but if you ask enough people about me, there's plenty who will tell you I'm not good. I haven't been a saint. There are regretful things I've done, and things I don't regret doing because I believed in what I was doing. There must have been a righteous man in you at one time. No one is born evil or bad, Rumlow. ❞
Dry laughter moved through his lips in a sudden burst; a thing he balrey had control over. It was void of all amusement and directed at his own stupidity than at Rumlow. It was futile hoping that Rumlow would change.
❝ It was stupid. My own fault for wishing the best for you. With skills like yours, you don't have to be a hero, you can just be a good guy. Is that too much to ask for? Can't you see the good you can accomplish? ❞