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bakerstreet2015-09-25 07:30 am
simplememes) wrote in bakerstreet2015-09-25 07:30 am
[ooc: if pack roles come up, he won't be an alpha. Omega is most likely, but I'll be happy to make him a beta, too.
Otherwise, The Turning Process and Who Turned You are of most interest to me, but I'm open to all aside from Bad Duo.]
Otherwise, The Turning Process and Who Turned You are of most interest to me, but I'm open to all aside from Bad Duo.]
[If pack dynamics come up, he's most likely to be a beta. Bad Duo wouldn't work for him. Open to anything else!]
[If pack dynamics come up, he's probably not an alpha, though he'll have independent and strong opinions as a beta; not likely to be an omega. I'm fine with him being a backseat Alpha, someone who is really pulling the shots but doing so through a front man, though not intentionally.
Bad Duo won't work for him. Open to anything else!]
Bad Duo won't work for him. Open to anything else!]
[ cross-canon/media and ocs are awesome, both for platonic/family stuff or shipping or smut or what have you. everything is good, especially the ones that require ~*~strong bonds~*~. even the killing people thing is fine as long as he's doing it with someone he's sworn his life to.
that being said, kaoru's best as a beta, since he doesn't have the ability to call shots as much as he has the ability to follow through with everything thoroughly. i'm willing to play the reluctant alpha or an omega too, though! ]
that being said, kaoru's best as a beta, since he doesn't have the ability to call shots as much as he has the ability to follow through with everything thoroughly. i'm willing to play the reluctant alpha or an omega too, though! ]
[He's definitely not an alpha but this is his jam]
James "Bucky" Barnes / The Winter Soldier (MCU) - Open
disassembling
2015-09-25 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could fit any role. Willing to play TFA-era as well.]
[Theirs is a particularly violent species of were. That's how it was explained to Ward years ago. SHIELD and HYDRA both are no stranger to the supernatural, the unusual, but while SHIELD tends toward the class of the vampire...HYDRA-
That's the point. They thought they could tame us, but our roots are deep, deep and old. Older then those that came before us.
He got this lecture years and years ago after Garrett fled, leaving him broken and bleeding to terrorize the Wyoming wilderness before coming back and beating sense into "you young pups". He taught him how to wear SHIELD's collar and when to turn, but when Skye became a vampire at Coulson's behest and was revealed to be a vampire queen...
And then after everything else that happened.
Grant Ward likes collars less and less.
That's what his little pack is about. His little section of Hydra. No rules except his, no collars, no leashes. No silence, no loss. His family was around him now and nothing would break it.
Each one of SHIELD's goons that he kills is balm to his soul. His pack did good work tonight. Now he'll go home, drink, and sleep.
There's still blood on his face from his kills as he opens his apartment door - and holds his hands out at his sides watching them thicken into claws.]
...You might as well come out.
That's the point. They thought they could tame us, but our roots are deep, deep and old. Older then those that came before us.
He got this lecture years and years ago after Garrett fled, leaving him broken and bleeding to terrorize the Wyoming wilderness before coming back and beating sense into "you young pups". He taught him how to wear SHIELD's collar and when to turn, but when Skye became a vampire at Coulson's behest and was revealed to be a vampire queen...
And then after everything else that happened.
Grant Ward likes collars less and less.
That's what his little pack is about. His little section of Hydra. No rules except his, no collars, no leashes. No silence, no loss. His family was around him now and nothing would break it.
Each one of SHIELD's goons that he kills is balm to his soul. His pack did good work tonight. Now he'll go home, drink, and sleep.
There's still blood on his face from his kills as he opens his apartment door - and holds his hands out at his sides watching them thicken into claws.]
...You might as well come out.
[It was such a waste of energy, especially with his pack dead. His own survival only made him more angry about the entire situation, and the only thing that kept him going at this point was the notion of revenge that he had been cultivating since he had woken up in a hospital bed with nothing his own except perhaps the hand cuffs they used to keep him in the bed.
That had been a few months ago, and then other HYDRA packs had formed up, and he had been freed. He remained generally in the form of a wolf as healing was faster with a lesser form to spend energy on. There was a raid today, he knew. A raid he was not to participate in, which had him gritting his teeth and purposefully chewing on the table leg like an asshole.
Rumlow lifted his head from where it rested on his front paws, hidden as he was in the dark recess of the closet. The stink of blood followed Ward in, and he rose from where he had made a nest of jackets and pressed his way out to stand peering at the other wolf.]
You stink.
That had been a few months ago, and then other HYDRA packs had formed up, and he had been freed. He remained generally in the form of a wolf as healing was faster with a lesser form to spend energy on. There was a raid today, he knew. A raid he was not to participate in, which had him gritting his teeth and purposefully chewing on the table leg like an asshole.
Rumlow lifted his head from where it rested on his front paws, hidden as he was in the dark recess of the closet. The stink of blood followed Ward in, and he rose from where he had made a nest of jackets and pressed his way out to stand peering at the other wolf.]
You stink.
[The existence of a werewolf pack within HYDRA was not common knowledge, not even among HYDRA agents, and that was as much to do with how werewolves kept their existence from humanity as much a secret as possible as it was to do with the fact that the Asset was among their number.
How exactly it had occurred wasn't recorded: an oversight the scientists bemoaned frequently. No one was sure whether he had been born a werewolf and taken from an existing pack, only to have his true nature revealed later, or if he had been turned at some point during his time with HYDRA. Whatever the case, it was both a blessing and a curse for his handlers. With the combination of the serum and his arm and his werewolf nature, he was far stronger and more capable than anything they had dreamed, but it also made him harder to keep under control when he inevitably acted out.
Pack loyalties helped to keep a damper on things, but even now they weren't absolutely certain where his true pack loyalties lay. The wipes erased his memory, and he would reach out and try to connect with the closest pack, but true pack loyalties lay deeper than the conscious mind, and if he wasn't loyal to HYDRA's pack, there wasn't much they could do except punish him when he lashed out.
And he had, today. He had completed the mission, following all set parameters, and then he had bolted like a stray dog, shifting and escaping out to the dense forest, aiming to lose his handlers and his pack in the trees.
He'd almost managed it. But the tracker in his arm and the chip in his head gave him away, and the pack cornered him in a small cave, snarling and growling and holding his ground.]
How exactly it had occurred wasn't recorded: an oversight the scientists bemoaned frequently. No one was sure whether he had been born a werewolf and taken from an existing pack, only to have his true nature revealed later, or if he had been turned at some point during his time with HYDRA. Whatever the case, it was both a blessing and a curse for his handlers. With the combination of the serum and his arm and his werewolf nature, he was far stronger and more capable than anything they had dreamed, but it also made him harder to keep under control when he inevitably acted out.
Pack loyalties helped to keep a damper on things, but even now they weren't absolutely certain where his true pack loyalties lay. The wipes erased his memory, and he would reach out and try to connect with the closest pack, but true pack loyalties lay deeper than the conscious mind, and if he wasn't loyal to HYDRA's pack, there wasn't much they could do except punish him when he lashed out.
And he had, today. He had completed the mission, following all set parameters, and then he had bolted like a stray dog, shifting and escaping out to the dense forest, aiming to lose his handlers and his pack in the trees.
He'd almost managed it. But the tracker in his arm and the chip in his head gave him away, and the pack cornered him in a small cave, snarling and growling and holding his ground.]
[Rumlow was new to the pack, the green-horn so to speak, and his role was to follow the lead of the senior members, learn the ropes and bond with the others over time. It wasn't an instant thing, and he was quick to study and understand pack hierarchy and who was going to take him to the top of the pack and who would clearly wallow at the bottom. Some were born to lead, others were born to follow.
He was born to lead, even if for now, he was set to follow.
It was his first time with the Winter Soldier, a power-house of a creature that was a strange mix of metal, cold, flesh and fur. He admitted that watching the Soldier kill was amazing, some of the cleanest shooting he had ever seen and even when the claws came out, it was still a work of fucking art. He had to hold in the urge to salivate, since he had been told the Soldier was not a constant member and thus should be treated somewhere dangerous but in the middle.
Then the bastard had run off and everyone chased their tails for a bit before heading off to collect the asset. He had followed at the back, coming up for the stand-off which seemed like it was going to end with bloodshed and perhaps the loss of a packmate. While he was generally fine with that - hadn't bonded well so far - it seemed pointless to waste the team on a dispute like this.
Rumlow shoved, wiggled and wormed his way to the front of the circle, showing no teeth whatsoever as he stepped out and then lay on his belly, crawling towards the Soldier with his tail between his legs prostrating himself as if this were a senior member. He whined much to the shock of everyone who knew him, licking his lips and flattening his ears. He crawled over, showing his belly a bit before submissive grinning to appease this tension.]
Come on, champ... settle down. We're all here for the same thing. Come on, I've gotcha. [Which his position clearly stated he was the opposite, that the Soldier technically had him instead.]
He was born to lead, even if for now, he was set to follow.
It was his first time with the Winter Soldier, a power-house of a creature that was a strange mix of metal, cold, flesh and fur. He admitted that watching the Soldier kill was amazing, some of the cleanest shooting he had ever seen and even when the claws came out, it was still a work of fucking art. He had to hold in the urge to salivate, since he had been told the Soldier was not a constant member and thus should be treated somewhere dangerous but in the middle.
Then the bastard had run off and everyone chased their tails for a bit before heading off to collect the asset. He had followed at the back, coming up for the stand-off which seemed like it was going to end with bloodshed and perhaps the loss of a packmate. While he was generally fine with that - hadn't bonded well so far - it seemed pointless to waste the team on a dispute like this.
Rumlow shoved, wiggled and wormed his way to the front of the circle, showing no teeth whatsoever as he stepped out and then lay on his belly, crawling towards the Soldier with his tail between his legs prostrating himself as if this were a senior member. He whined much to the shock of everyone who knew him, licking his lips and flattening his ears. He crawled over, showing his belly a bit before submissive grinning to appease this tension.]
Come on, champ... settle down. We're all here for the same thing. Come on, I've gotcha. [Which his position clearly stated he was the opposite, that the Soldier technically had him instead.]
[He watched the wolf crawl forward, shocked. He snapped his jaws more out of confusion than anything else, and sat back to watch this completely unprecedented display of submission.
Nobody submitted to him. It wasn't in his nature, to begin with. Despite his strength and skill, he wasn't an Alpha. And HYDRA and the pack reminded him of that constantly.
He could kill this wolf. Right now. Right here. No one would be able to stop him.
Is this what power felt like?
He growled again, his hackles still raised, but with much less certainty.]
Nobody submitted to him. It wasn't in his nature, to begin with. Despite his strength and skill, he wasn't an Alpha. And HYDRA and the pack reminded him of that constantly.
He could kill this wolf. Right now. Right here. No one would be able to stop him.
Is this what power felt like?
He growled again, his hackles still raised, but with much less certainty.]
Edited 2015-09-25 18:13 (UTC)
[He's changed - the jokes, the wise cracks. They come from a place of deep pain, of deep scar tissue. Rumlow...he owes something to the old guard maybe. The people who had tried to help him. His brothers in arms.
Ward bares his teeth and his hands start returning to normal with a shake. The moon is bright tonight.]
The price of fighting.
[He hesitates. No spoils of war. Damn.
Fuck it anyway. It wasn't like he ate.]
There's a new player on the field. One of Coulson's. Calls herself a vampire queen.
Ward bares his teeth and his hands start returning to normal with a shake. The moon is bright tonight.]
The price of fighting.
[He hesitates. No spoils of war. Damn.
Fuck it anyway. It wasn't like he ate.]
There's a new player on the field. One of Coulson's. Calls herself a vampire queen.
[Most likely the beta. Prefer medium to longer tags, no Rule 63 please]
Edited 2015-09-25 18:43 (UTC)
((Voice testing a new character! Kink list here and some insight about his species and personality here! (Part 5's the only done section as yet.)
For this AU he'd probably excel in a support role, like a beta, though I have no idea what I'm doing because werewolf AU's are new to me! Still, his society shares that closeness. He'd translate well. He's a somewhat older, more experienced character. Age (outside of OOC hard-lines of 18+ characters/players) is unimportant. M/M, M/F, it's all good.
Down for all of the fluff and fluffy smut options; RNG away! Not so down for the contentious/fighting/dubcon possibilities, but teamwork aka hunting and such are fine! Gen-options are welcome alongside smut ones.))
For this AU he'd probably excel in a support role, like a beta, though I have no idea what I'm doing because werewolf AU's are new to me! Still, his society shares that closeness. He'd translate well. He's a somewhat older, more experienced character. Age (outside of OOC hard-lines of 18+ characters/players) is unimportant. M/M, M/F, it's all good.
Down for all of the fluff and fluffy smut options; RNG away! Not so down for the contentious/fighting/dubcon possibilities, but teamwork aka hunting and such are fine! Gen-options are welcome alongside smut ones.))
[ooc: Can probably fit any role, may prefer him as beta or omega. M/M for shipping, ota for gen.]
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