MoM app (semi-final draft)

[notayoungman]

〈 PLAYER INFO 〉
NAME: Coln
AGE: 33
JOURNAL: thorhugs
IM / EMAIL: ThorHugs#5484 @ Discord
PLURK: thorhugs
RETURNING: Brand new!

〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉

CHARACTER NAME: Soldier: 76 (formerly known as Jack Morrison)
CHARACTER AGE: Approx 55
SERIES: Overwatch
CHRONOLOGY: "Current" time, ~7 years after the fall of Overwatch, not long after the recall went out
CLASS: Anti-hero, or so he tells himself, but still a hero at heart. Just a really gruff, angry one. He'll never admit to that, though.
HOUSING: Give him somewhere to live so he can stop squatting like a trash animal

BACKGROUND: World background
Character background
They're a bit on the short side, but they're comprehensive for as much as we're given to work with.

PERSONALITY: Grumpy justice grandpa
There once was a man named Jack Morrison. A true hero. He was upstanding, honorable, noble, kind. He believed in truth and justice, he believed in doing the right thing. He knew nothing was as clear as good-vs-evil, and did not fall victim to the dangerous mindset of so many other soldiers. His enemies were those specifically who threatened to peace of the world and the safety of others, not generalizations of people. He shouldered the burden of making difficult choices so his team could act freely. And he did so gladly, as it was his duty.

But that man is no more. That man is dead, just as the world thinks he is. Jack Morrison is no more and in his place just a simple soldier. Now he is a very bitter, grumpy old soldier who has see far, far too much in his time. He resents a lot of things he used to greatly respect, like the chain of command and following orders. Being too idealistic for far too long, he had those ideals completely shattered in attack that hit from two sides: from within his own team and from an outside source, ensuring ultimate destruction of his entire belief system. When he says part of him really did die the day of the attack, this is what he means. Everything that had been Jack Morrison no longer mattered, leaving just bitterness and anger in it's place.

Because of this, he is very much focused on getting things done without hesitation, and without other people. His primary focus is justice above all else, perhaps to compensate for the fact that he was forced to stay his hand in too many situations where he could have done some good. He styles himself as a hardened vigilante without a proper name to do just this. The world calls him "Soldier: 76" but if you ask him, he's "just a soldier." Without all of the accountability and visibility from his days as the Strike Commander, he can do what needs to be done. Usually violently, brutally, and quickly. He might also have a bit of aggression he needs to work out, and bad guys make for good punching bags.

There are still some aspects of his personality that he held on to from before the attack, and in some ways they've been greatly emphasized in recent years. He has always been incredibly stubborn and hard-headed. In the past this meant staying the course, sticking to orders, standing by what he thought to be right. Now it means refusing to give in, refusing to work with anyone, and doggedly seeking answers no matter the cost. Another aspect he has held onto is a certain sort of impulsiveness. He was always very tactical and good at organizing a team, directing them, and calling the shots. But when it came down to the moment of action, when lives were on the line, he would not hesitate to what was right and what needed to be done. Now, perhaps because trying to hold himself back under orders or waiting to see the whole picture got people hurt, he is more impulsive than ever. He has a tendency to rush into situations without getting all of the details, to the point of ruining other people's operations in the process. He hesitated for too long, so now he's trying to make up for that.

However, as bitter and angry as he is, not all of his hope is gone. When it comes down to a choice, between an innocent life and serving out justice, he will choose the innocent life every time. He says it's just an old habit, but it's more likely that the old Jack Morrison isn't as dead as he's convinced himself. Because as much as he wouldn't ever go back to being a leader, or to Overwatch itself, he does miss his team. Most of them, at least. So his heart isn't completely dead, just buried under a great deal of rubble.

POWER:
- Super Soldier Physiology: Due to the super soldier enhancement program, his body was augmented to be better than the average human, but not monstrously so. He is stronger, faster, more agile, and more resilient than a standard person. He's not quite superman, but he's tough to put down. He can run faster and longer than the average soldier, take more damage, and endure more in general. He can't dead lift a tank, but he could easily deadlift a person. Or at least fire-man carry them to safety as if they were a sack of groceries. Mostly he uses these skills to do snazzy stuff like jump from the roof of a four story building without breaking his legs, then immediately smacking some bad guy with the butt of his rifle.
- Future Soldier Gear: His visor gives him a minimum heads-up display and aids in targeting. It takes time to calibrate, so it can't be used in every situation. He reserves it for especially tricky or longer distance shots. Basically it links up with his weapon and tells the shots where to go, because that's totally how logical targeting works. But it's how his equipment seems to go. It can also give him minimal visual enhancements, zooming in, night vision, etc.
His primary weapon is a future pulse rifle that he stole from some super fancy company, and it was probably designed by robots. It shoots small plasma bursts. Technically it's highly ionized gasses fired from a compressed chamber, but "light bullets" is easier.
He's also got some sort of armor under that silly leather jacket. A lightweight polymer that works like kevlar and bulks out his shoulders. The same goes for his mask. It must be some sort of highly breathable yet super strong material because how the heck does he breathe through that thing? No one knows, but it clips into his jaw armor that only goes up to his ears and who designed this nonsense?
- Healing Aura: (this is in place of his biotic field vial things) For a short period of time, he can project a small regenerative bubble. You have to be standing right next to him for it to affect you. It's a gentle regeneration, so it can't prevent new damage from happening, so it's not good for an active fight. It lasts just a few minutes, and needs at least an hour to recharge. But it provides enough regenerative power to bet most people from near passing out back to fighting status in a few minutes. However, bigger, beefier folks that can take way more of a beating that even Soldier himself may not get the full benefit, but it can still help. It takes a little extra focus, so it's almost entirely ineffective if he's moving. Additionally, he can't "target" it, so if an enemy happens to be close to him when he activates it, they will be healed, too.

〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉

COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE: From the TDM (He's not exactly the most network friendly guy, so I hope the length of the Archie thread makes up for his brevity)

LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE: A feeling washed over him that was rather uncommon. The sense that he'd been about to say something, but had completely forgotten the topic at hand. Like he'd walked into a room and couldn't even remember deciding to go there let alone what he was there for. But as he looked up and took in his surroundings, that feeling became the least of his priorities. He'd seen a lot of military compounds around the world to recognize the general sense of his surroundings, but he'd never been to this specific one. Before he could gather his wits enough to start putting the situation together, there was a woman talking him. Calling him a hero.

"I'm not..." he'd started to protest, but she kept going. Part of something bigger. He'd already done this. He'd been through this, almost forty years ago. He'd failed. Not just himself, not just his team or his country. He'd failed everyone. Still, that was pushed to a second priority as he continued to puzzle through how he'd gotten here and who this woman was. Before he could get his bearings any further, he was being ushered forward, and everything changed.

A teleporter. It had been a while since he'd experienced one of those.

Soldiers. People he could talk to, they spoke the same language, had the same goals, the same morals. Though they didn't answer him directly, the filled him in on some of the details. As they moved, he found a folder pressed into his hands, informed it would explain everything. He tried to insist he wasn't a civilian, that they needed to talk to him straight, but nothing he said seemed to matter.

It was only once they were in the vehicle that he seemed to have a moment to think through this. A moment to open the folder. The moment he did, it was like someone had injected ice water into his veins. There at the top of forms was something no one should have known. Not here. Few enough people in the world knew it that he could count them on one hand, and this seemed too regimented and complicated for Talon. But still, in plain black and white, there it was. "Jack Morrison, AKA Soldier: 76." As if it were simple fact. Page after page detailed his medical history in typical military fashion. Simple, direct, without emotion. Facts, no matter how mundane or brutal. Perhaps more shocking than the name was that there was a section about injuries sustained during an explosion and his recovery that followed. There were details that only he and Reyes knew, some only he himself knew. Despite reassurances that they were the "the good guys" he was suspicious. Something wasn't right here. He was getting the feeling, no matter how impossible, that this wasn't his world anymore. He needed to find out all he could so he could get back home.

After reading the file, he finally inspected his wrist. He had to unfasten the cuff of his jacket, pull it up, and tug down his gloves. But there, in the shade of the vehicle, he could barely make out the unmistakable words. "Registered hero." He wasn't a hero. Not anymore. He hadn't been for a long time. Soon, he'd prove to whoever was responsible for bringing him here that they'd made a grave mistake. No matter what it took.

FINAL NOTES: Inventory: He's got a big, bad ass gun (a pulse rifle, it shoots energy bullets), a smaller sidearm (a pistol) a ridiculous leather outfit (in red/white/blue + black with a big ol' 76 on the back), and a silly mask that only covers the lower half of his head (with an attached visor that covers his eyes).
I didn't want to put this in his personality section because it is a mix of headcanon, speculation, and word-of-god. It is likely that Soldier has PTSD of some variety, but it's definitely not based on battle itself. The way I play him is that it is centered on leadership, and working as a team. That his self-imposed isolation is rooted in an immense fear of history repeating itself. EIther getting his teammates killed or being betrayed again. Unless by some miracle in the far flung future, someone manages to get him into the massive amounts of therapy he needs, his aversion to people being something as serious as PTSD will never be mentioned in game, but it is a driving force behind his actions.