Bruce Banner Oct 21, 2015 23:45:24 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 23:45:24 GMT
NAME: Robert Bruce Banner
ALIAS: Bruce, Hulk, Greenie
OCCUPATION: Nuclear Physicist
MEMBER GROUP: Avenger
POWERS AND ABILITIES: Bruce the man has no powers to speak of except for his amazing mind. That being said, the good doctor has an astute scientific mind that many people are envious of. He is good with radiation, one of the forward authorities on the subject, and also has a quick mind for technology. When faced with a problem, he's quick to figure it out and also has a lot of logic about situations. Between him and the Hulk, he's the calm and rational half, the half that would rather think before doing. Problem is, his need for scientific study and research caused him to eventually end up in the mess that he currently finds himself. His commitment to his science goals often leads him to long nights in the lab, and people often talk about Bruce the scientist pushing himself long past the point when he should have given up.
However, Bruce's father gifted him with a mutation that, when exposed to gamma radiation, led to him being able to - if you want to call it that - a horrendous green monster that has affectionately been called the Hulk. The Hulk stands at least ten feet tall easily, and he can benchpress forklifts easily. He's best described as a bodybuilder on steroids, filled out with thick muscles and virtually impervious to everything that the military can throw to him. He has reportedly withstood high degrees of explosions as well as surviving a fall from a helicopter that was flying above the city line. That being said, he has been injured by some things, though it seems to take a lot of powerful attacks to get him to actually be affected by it. Basic bullets do nothing but bounce off of his skin and fall to the ground, dented even with the effect of hitting his skin. The Hulk is an imposing figure, large and in charge and dominating any battle where he is introduced. This is the creature that has taken out entire squads of trained army soldiers and special ops units, almost without blinking an eye.
Many believe that his transformation into the Hulk is only triggered by his anger, but Bruce will be the first to explain that there are a thousand situations that can trigger his darker side. His shift comes when his heartrate reaches 200, and the pulse quickening can happen in a million different ways. In an effort to control the Hulk and his shift, he has learned lots of ways to control his pulse and also different anger management techniques that will keep him from shifting randomly. His intense attempt to keep himself under control has made it so that he has fewer incidents, and the few that he has are controlled because he has managed to teach the Hulk a semblance of control. It won't be overnight that they figure things out, but Bruce is glad to see that the Hulk seems to have a better reasoning aspect for friendly fire. He also makes better choices in battles that ends up with Bruce being a little less in pain when he regains control of the body. Though they've had a lot of disagreements in the past, Bruce is a little bit more at ease with the Hulk.
The Hulk doesn't really have that many weaknesses, but if Bruce is hit with a tranquilizer prior to being able to shift into the Hulk then he's just a normal human. However, without that caveat upon getting hurt he will shift into the Hulk. His control over the Hulk is also limited, which leaves him always scared that the monster inside will come out and harm innocent people. Another weakness of the Hulk is magic, since he is affected by it. Thor has also been rumored to be one of the few that can go to toe with the Hulk and still win. Other than that, the Hulk can also be stopped by a big enough weapon, though those are hard to find and he doesn't really stop so much as he's forced to pause. So you can say that he doesn't have very many weaknesses, except for that fact that he's still human.
PLAYBY: Mark Ruffalo
PLAYER NAME: Kat
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
If he had his way, he would be living out an existence alone with no human contact, the radioligist monk in a dark cave where he could be reached by a satellite phone maybe if they had questions about his science research. But that wasn't the way the world worked. Not only did they need his science half, they needed his fighting half too. And really, he wasn't going to leave the few friends that he had managed to make...at least, not until the Hulk did something else so terrible that he felt like exile was the only option. Thankfully, that hadn't happened for some time. Now he was able to leave a partially civilized life, though he would never be normal. Not as everyone else defined it, not as normal people considered it to be normal. That was a definition that had always escaped him.
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
Do you have anyone we should contact for you?
Said so carelessly, as if everyone had lists and lists of people that they could call on at any given point of time. Him? Nope, not even close. There was no one he could even remotely consider giving a call to inform them that he had been gravely injured or possibly killed. His parents were....well, his mother was...he remembered vividly her wide eyed look and the screams as his father's blind rage knew absolutely no bounds, the flashing of the knife and the screams. He'd only been a boy, really. A small boy, and the death of his mother was still there. How was he supposed to know that his father had been the first Banner to try out the super serum experiments? He couldn't, because he didn't. Well, now he did. But back then? Then he had thought that his father had just snapped and killed her, not that the man had been intending to take him out too in order to protect the world from him....as if the world needed protecting from Bruce. And yet, funnily enough it did. He really should be locked up in a high security prison, but he wasn't sure that even that would suppress the Hulk if he really wanted out.
When the...incident had occurred, he'd been a pretty normal guy just living his life. Bright, quick on his feet, witty and happy to just live. But his father had set him up in ways that he didn't even have a hope of understanding, and when he found himself hit by radiation it all changed. Some part of him still longed to go back to that day in the lab, to change his path so that he didn't go in or to make it so that he stopped before the radiation hit him. He'd grown up in a foster home, with no idea of who his parents really were, and he still, at times, wondered about his father. That man that was supposedly dead, that man that was just as much of an asshole as he was his father...Bruce had been normal, at least. Going to Harvard, studying his science, taking care of himself and living. He'd lived, before the incident that took away all of that normalcy. Now he wasn't even allowed a list of people that he would call on because if he had even one person on said list they would be subject not only to Shield and the army but also to...his other side. And that wasn't okay because his other side was uncontrollable. It happened too much that he just reared off and punched someone, for no reason. Labs were destroyed, people hurt. He wasn't immune to the realization that his hands were stained with blood.
Finally, sighing a bit, he took his glasses off and twirled them in one hand as he considered the question and how best to explain without being angry that they wanted him to reiterate that he was alone in the world. No, best not to get angry. There was a meditation chant that he found himself uttering for a moment, just to get his temper really back in check before he opened his mouth to speak again. "I don't have anyone, Agent," he replied, peering at her for her reaction to his words while the glasses were still held in one hand. "My mother and father are dead, and I had no siblings." Because his father got messed up enough with him; he didn't need a second loving son to destroy just for existing. It wasn't like Bruce had asked to live. This was his lot in life, a result of the super soldier serum combining with events that eventually led to him trying, desperately, to find a way to go back to just being normal. He didn't want blood on his hands anymore, but no one could see that. All they saw was power, power they could use, as well as his inevitable mind.
Bruce had been alone since the radiation had activated his mutation, turning him into the green monster of anger that was uncontrolled. When he got angry or too charged in one way or another, he could feel the Hulk rising to the surface; he was like an impending storm. In a way, it almost felt like falling asleep, except that he knew that that sleep often led to millions of dollars in property damage and hurt people in his wake. That was why he had to leave Betty too, though she had tried so desperately to reconnect with him. But he wasn't the same man now, now that he was able to change into a large green super soldier and run through tanks and cannons. A part of him would always care for her, but love...he couldn't do that to her. Not when their attempts to be together had ended with him fearing hurting her because of the Hulk. So instead, he distanced himself from everyone and merely lived a life in the lab. It was easier, in that way. Without anyone to get in the way - save for Thor, because he could take a Hulk punch and hop right back up like nothing happened - he was able to relax a little. Inevitably though, someone would come for him. They would want him to be closer to them than Bruce could allow, and he was just waiting for that moment when a woman liked him again. Leaving Betty like that still killed him sometimes, but it was for the best. He didn't want to accidentally crush her because someone had given him the wrong coffee or something so small as a paper cut. For him, nothing was worth that. He still feared hurting people on the street, never mind someone he really cared about and loved.
Sighing, he looked at the coffee again as if glaring a it would suddenly give it a taste he could actually stand. "No, no significant other, no lovers." He lifted his gaze from the cup back to her, frowning. "And besides, don't you already know that I like to keep to myself with no family? Maybe some crazy aunt or something somewhere, but she's not claiming me if she exists nor is it vice versa." Shaking his head, he sat back and pinched his nose briefly before setting his glasses on the table next to the horrid coffee.
Not a single bit of family. No one. He missed Betty because at one point, when she had her arms around him and was holding him close, he could pretend that he was a normal person. Even when he'd changed into the hulk, someone had told him that he could have the chance to just sit...if he wanted to. And he did. The dreams Betty had had for their normal life were his as well, the ideas of a pair of people just able to sit and share love still radiating in his head. He couldn't even really touch her though, because if he did she would be subjected to the Hulk. His heart got too excited too easily...until he found a cure, he couldn't be with anyone. He couldn't let his guard down or he would hurt someone, hit someone. The idea of Betty crushed beneath him....he couldn't deal with it, not really. His response, knee-jerk or otherwise, was to shove everyone away from him. He sent her her necklace, sealed in the envelope, and cried to himself sometimes when he looked up at the ceiling of his lab and thought about her.
Even worse, the letter was still on his desk, unopened. Surely, she saw him on tv, saw his name plastered everywhere with the Avengers. How was he supposed to talk to her? When he had last seen her, in his head that was it. Instead, now he was back in the states and unable to face that Betty would want to have a conversation with him at some point. It was only fair after what he had done for her before, how he had nearly died. But he also didn't remember what the Hulk had done for her; his last memory of her was leaving the helicopter, spinning and flailing as he headed towards the ground. He was afraid of what the letter would say, what she would tell him. Honestly, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist the desire to just pull her into his arms and hold her so he just ignored everyone and moved away from it.
At least he had his friends, which was an improvement over what he had had when he was in India working as a doctor for hire. Not that he had a lot of medical knowledge, but he had to help them if he could. Natasha had forced him back then, but....he was glad she had. Now he had an amazing lab and he had people that actually wanted to talk to him. There were people that saw him as more than just the Hulk, people like Tony and Steve, but he was still wary because even Steve wouldn't be comfortable with a smack from the Hulk. Tony was a good friend though, always making him laugh and showing him new technology, and it had been awhile since he had a good person in his life whom he could banter with like that. Plus, Tony understood his science much more than most people, which pleased him because he didn't have to hide who he was. And Thor was a friend who could back him up if he needed it. Steve and Thor both, the tough warriors of the Avengers. It was also a way for Bruce to feel like he was helping, even if often he still turned and made messes.
So he watched the agent across from him and tried to figure out what he was going to say. Time faded, the clock ticking over his head, and finally he decided that the words were lost and just stopped fighting for them. Instead of rushing along with them, he picked up his glasses and ran a thumb along the frame. "Time, agent, is a fickle thing. It keeps going, even when we don't want it to, and it always proceeds to take over the world. And you know what else? I loved and lost, agent. We all have, we all will. But it's that we keep trying that makes us human. And humanity, agent, can't be a lost art if we keep holding onto it." Satisfied with his answers, he put his glasses back on, took a sip of his coffee, and headed towards the door.
I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are just like you are taking over