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Player Information
Player name: Jack
Contact: pm or asymboled
Are you over 18: Yes
Current Game: piraeus

Character Information
Character Common Name: Bucky Barnes
Character Full Name: James Buchanan Barnes
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Canon Point: After falling from the train in The First Avenger
Species/Status: Human and Alive
History: MCU History
Personality:
Bucky grew up in far from the friendliest city in the states, but he has always had a good heart. Even from a young age he was looking out for ‘the little guy’, and not just Steve. Bucky is a defender of those weaker than he is, and he doesn’t stand by for bullying. He might not have quite the moral compass Steve does, but he has his own codes to live by, and among them is never letting down the people who rely on him. He tries to stand up for and protect those who need defending.

Which isn’t to say he was a hero. Even with all his codes and values, Bucky was a troublemaker. He never went to quite the lengths Steve did to pick a fight with the bullies and jerks in their city, but he was all too eager to throw punches and give it his all, no matter the odds.

More than just standing up for what he believes, Bucky is a fighter through and through. He learned the hard way that not all fights could be won, but it didn’t top him from strting or trying to finish them. He picked fights at school, in the allies, and behind diners, often going home bloodied and bruised to his father’s disapproval. The army man tried to discourage Bucky from fighting, but Bucky was a headstrong kid who didn’t like having his values challenged anymore than he could stand staying on the sidelines.

Once he became friends with Steve it’s hard to say if things were better or worse. Bucky admired the smaller man’s spirit and heart, and he made sure to always have Steve’s back. He might have taken a little too much pride in how he was always there to pull Steve out of a pinch or back him up in a fight, but it was still about friendship and loyalty over anything else.

The problem was both boys were a little on the self-destructive side when it came to trying to prove things to themselves and the world. It’s a common theme in Bucky’s life that he’s an act first regret maybe later kind of person. He can be reckless and self-destructive, and those traits were a part of what made him a great and dangerous soldier in the war. He was the one on high when they needed an extra set of eyes on a sniper rifle, watching their backs, and he was also right there at the front to take out sentries and guards when a quieter approach was needed.

He was often on the front lines, doing the stealthier and sneakier jobs of the Howling Commando’s missions. And even before those he was among the group to go across enemy lines. It wasn’t a death wish, but prior to and during the war there’s evidence Bucky was all too aware of his own mortality. Even more so during, when he watched many of his fellow soldiers die before his eyes or fall to Hydra during his imprisonment in one of their facilities.

But most remarkable is how quickly the commandos become loyal to Bucky. It says a lot about his character that men who were not even in his unit quickly bond with Bucky overseas and are willing to risk their lives to follow both him and Steve into far more dangerous battle.

One of the more interesting aspects of Bucky’s personality, however, come in the form of that gung-ho confidence he so firmly shows and sticks to. Externally, no one could guess that the man had issues in self-confidence. Still, it shows in the way he rects to the world around him. By all outward appearances it would seem that Bucky is confident, sure of himself and even a bit smug. He’s never short on a quick response, something to say in response to a situation, or charming words for the ladies. He’s eager to prove himself. It takes careful attention to see the cracks when they shine through.

When he has to leave his best friend behind to go off to war, he’s nervous. A mixture of concern for Steve’s insistent need to prove himself by joining the army when Bucky isn’t even entirely sure he can handle it himself. And much as he believes in Steve and tries to help him train up for it, he can’t dmit out loud that he’s relieved each time Steve gets rejected from the Army. Physical limitations are no laughing matter in war.

But more than anything that confidence issue shows when the roles are reversed. When Steve becomes the one looking out for and saving Bucky’s ass, getting attention from the girls and making something of himself, Bucky is visibly affected. He tries to make light of it and keep up the image but between his own shaken nerves from the war and his shattering self confidence at losing what had until then seemed like his place in the world, he has a hard time adjusting to his new role.

Even if Steve would never see them as anything but equals, Bucky remains painfully aware of just how much has changed, and it’s a lot to deal with on top of the realities and nightmares war and torture left on him.

Insecurities aside, Bucky would (and did) lay his life down to save a life. He would do it again in an instant without a second to hesitate.

Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses:
Abilities and Strengths:
Being Rewritten
Weaknesses:
Being Rewritten
Writing Sample
No one much liked to tell Bucky what was going on in the world outside the tent. Confined, like a prison. Relegated to the ranks of the wounded, and with good reason, but it mattered little, the extent or danger of his injuries. The fall should have killed him. Miracles, some would say. Hydra, others would whisper, hushed like it was the name of the devil, and flashes of memories would flicker behind his eyes, make him shudder and retreat. Claw his way away from the memories of that cold, hard slab and the machine that had ripped screams from so many soldiers before it ripped them from him.

They never told him much of anything, here. And even less so, since Steve left. No one wanted to be the one to tell the soldier who had lost a considerable amount already, that his best friend was dead. And maybe they would have kept it from him a while longer with more success, were that friend anyone other than Captain America himself.

The first whispers, Bucky ignored as a rising panic rose in his chest. The drugs and the pain made it hard to focus, hard to process. But whispers of Captain America still filtered through the haze. Suicide Mission. Went down with the plane. Still Searching.

The first time it really sank in, Bucky fought the nurses so hard they had to sedate him with a double dose. Steve was in trouble. He needed Bucky. Bucky needed to go find him. Because if he didn't, who would? The people who left him and the rest of his company for dead behind enemy lines? The people who didn't want to give Steve a chance until he didn't let them continue to do so?

No. He had to go. He had to help find his best friend. Steve had found him, twice now. First, strapped to the table that filled his nightmares. And again, nearly dead, frozen and broken, dragged his body out of that river and fought and pushed and never gave up no matter how sure the medics were that Bucky would never survive. Couldn't possibly. Too late, too much blood, too cold, he'll die before anything can be done.

But they'd done it, and only at the cost of his arm.

He was shaking with the phantom touch of the icy river again, staring at the foot of the bed with eyes that saw nothing as the quaking shivers rocked through him, sparking pain only partially numbed by the multitude of drugs they had injected him with.

"Steve."

Voice hoarse, and mind unsteady, Bucky tried once more to get out of the bed. To go search for his best friend, regardless of the odds or the impossibilities.

How could he give up, when Steve never would have? If he were Steve, he'd be gone by now, out there looking, and to hell with everyone else's 'impossible odds'. Steve was still alive. He had to be.

Because in no world would the universe ever kill Steve Rogers and leave Bucky Barnes alive. Not when Steve was so much more than he was, in so many ways.

If the doctors wanted to keep him here, they'd either need to kill him or call in reinforcements.

The world remembers Captain America.

When the war is over, and all is said and done. When the shield and the uniform are gone and all that remains is an idea and an image, the world remembers. They remember the hero. The man who led soldiers into battle. The man who rallied a nation. The great, true American, unshakeable and brave. With only courage and hope behind him.

When the soldiers lost are buried, when the war is fading to a harsh memory, a lesson to learn. The world looks back and remembers Captain America.

The world doesn't remember Steve Rogers.

The man whose conviction and determination outshone every man to ever enlist. The little guy from Brooklyn who didn't want to kill anyone, but could not stand by and watch bullies try to take over. The man who hid the heart of a lion in a chest too frail to ever be impressive to the eye who looked no further.

No one remembered the young man who fought for the right to fight for what he believed in.

They remembered the Shield. The Uniform. They do not remember the man behind it, because the world did not know Steve Rogers. They only knew the Captain.



No one remembers Bucky Barnes. The sergeant with no grave. The man who carried the shield in his heart and followed a man, not an ideal. They will never know the man who lifted Steve up every time he fell, or covered his back for every fight before there was Hitler. Before there were uniforms and grenades. Before there was a Captain America.

They won't think back on the war and remember him picking up the shield when it fell. They won't remember the man who fought alongside the Captain. They won't remember the day he fell.



The world will remember the day Captain America was lost.

But they will never know him.