Character Suitability: n/a Personality: Nick Fury does what he wants.
No, not really. But he may have a bit of a messiah complex.
At his point, Fury believed himself to be the “one man” who could turn the tide in the battle against HYDRA and Norman Osborn. He had to trust in his abilities and in his ragtag team when it seemed like everyone else had lost faith and sold out. Despite their lack of training and maturity, he had to cultivate them as actual agents and put them into difficult situations, probably before they were really ready for them. He didn’t take the ricks lightly, but someone had to do it and better it be them because then he could at least guarantee that the job would get done.
He has a knack (either purposefully cultivated over time, or just a natural talent) for planning and manipulation. It served him well through his SHIELD career and continued to assist with his team. To Nick Fury, everyone is a tool meant to be used. He can like someone, hell he can even love someone but that will not stop him from manipulating them to further his goals. He doesn’t view this as a betrayal, he views it as hyper-practicality. His loved ones and friends are by and large SHIELD agents. They’re already putting themselves at risk, he’s just making them more useful even if they’re entirely unaware how. Contessa noted this , and called him on it. Surprisingly enough, after the initial sting of her betrayal he got over it, illustrating that he’s not unaware that he can be manipulated as well.
At many points in Fury’s narrative, they’ve introduced the concept of being a “man out of time”. While Fury doesn’t revel in the misty-eyed memories of the America of his youth like Captain America might, he definitely has a certain jaded take on the spy games thing. That same manipulation that he’s so good at makes it hard for him to connect with people the same way he did as a young man in the army. As such, Dum Dum Dugan and Gabe Jones remain his two closest friends. He probably can’t make anymore like them, even if you take the fact that they served together out of the equation. I’d hazard to say that Fury is so trained to see people as tools, he can’t unsee them that way, to a point.
Which isn’t to say that they’re the only people he cares for. Nick cares deeply about Daisy and Mikel. He views them both as his family. He kills JT to protect Daisy, not just out of revenge for Alex, and he basically kills Strucker over Mikel. However, they still fall under the category of people who put themselves on the line, and thus are still open for manipulation and use in the spy games. That’s just the reality in which Nick Fury chooses to exist.
On the surface, he’s gruff, demanding, kind of a hard ass and not uncommonly described as a “motherfucker”. None of those things are probably surprising in someone trained to be the biggest superspy in a world with people like the Red Skull, and Doctor Doom. Still, they’re worth noting if only for the fact that Fury really doesn’t care how he comes off. Much like his attitude with the manipulation, he views it as something people can either choose to accept or not. Either way it’s not like he’s going to change anything.
Powers & Abilities: In the Marvel Univers, there’s this stuff called Infinity Serum. It has the ability to slow aging to almost imperceptible levels and decrease the progression of wounds or diseases. Depending on who you ask (or who’s writing the book) it also has some healing properties on its own, completely independent of it’s “time stopping” sort of capabilities. Nick Fury was given the Infinity Serum following a particularly bad injury. He continued to use it and eventually became dependent on it. He used (and arguably abused) the drug so much that eventually, he didn’t need it any more. His blood had started producing it, or mimicking it entirely on its own. As such, Fury doesn’t really age. Or if he does, he does it very slowly.
Items on their Person: Fury would be wearing what was considered a SHIELD uniform and a typical trench coat looking thing. Within the uniform and coat are keys to a flying car that’s been left back in the world of 616, a Cuban cigar, a small caliber handgun, and limited ammunition for said handgun.
Samples; First Person Sample:
[The feed clicks on to someone sighing heavily. It’s not a bored sigh, or an annoyed sigh. If anything it seems resigned. And if it’s not possible to enfir so much from a sigh alone, the gruff, matter-of-fact tone that quickly follows helps out a bit.]
There’s a pretty high amount of information on my life that’s public record if the right parties are interested. It’s not somethin’ I take lightly, but it’s there. Most governments on the planet have records on me, hell, ‘pretty sure I’m still on the president’s list of highly dangerous domestic targets.
[There’s the sound of pacing and rustling, it echoes and reverberates in the mostly empty room.]
So you boys will have to understand why, while I’m impressed by the effort you went to cookin’ up all this fictional character bullshit, I’m not about to accept it right off the bat. The comics were a nice touch, though. I might wanna keep a few, if it’s all the same. But seeing as how I got a date, and you probably want somethin’ I’m not willing to tell a microphone, what say we discuss this whole thing man to man?
[There’s a pause, and when he speaks again, Nick’s voice has a little more edge to it.]
Believe me, son, better we meet on your terms than you make me come to you.
[And with that ominous note, the transmission ends] Third Person Sample:
If Nick were being completely honest with himself, the things bothered him. He was used to the grizzly and gruesome, but there was nothing quite like seeing rotted flesh animated and coming at you. The Nazi’s had tried it once or twice with limited success and every time it had made his stomach turn. People like Strange were a special brand of heartless, the way they could deal with death presenting itself so openly like that.
He clutched the gun a little tighter than he probably meant to, thoughts of the creature he was trying to avoid mingling with his training, and the recent Leviathan creatures. Hadn’t they been trying to reanimate soldiers? Maybe this was their game.
It made a play for him, and he ducked behind a half collapsed doorway. The ruins made for an interesting field with equality interesting cover. The lack of security probably shouldn’t have been so upsetting, but it was what it was, and Nick’s sometimes had trouble separating his training from a growing sense of paranoia that this recent abduction was in no way going to help alleviate.
For its part, the creature apparently wasn’t that bright and seemed to have lost him, at least momentarily. Pausing in its inhuman gait, it twisted its head around, searching for him while he watched from his shelter behind the rotted out building. The stench of sweat and death hung in the air around them, and Fury was again reminded of the war. If this was Leviathan, he’d have to remember to thank them for the trips down memory lane special after he found a way out.
Finally, after a good five minutes of the creature eying the sky, and Fury trying to avoid breathing too deep or heavy, seemed to give in, resuming its shuffle down the path he’d been walking prior to the assault. Stepping out from his shelter enough to aim, he emptied half a round into the things head, watching as it fell and shook once. Twice. Done.
No, on closer inspection, he could safely say this was not a typical interrogation abduction. Not at all.
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Personality: Nick Fury does what he wants.
No, not really. But he may have a bit of a messiah complex.
At his point, Fury believed himself to be the “one man” who could turn the tide in the battle against HYDRA and Norman Osborn. He had to trust in his abilities and in his ragtag team when it seemed like everyone else had lost faith and sold out. Despite their lack of training and maturity, he had to cultivate them as actual agents and put them into difficult situations, probably before they were really ready for them. He didn’t take the ricks lightly, but someone had to do it and better it be them because then he could at least guarantee that the job would get done.
He has a knack (either purposefully cultivated over time, or just a natural talent) for planning and manipulation. It served him well through his SHIELD career and continued to assist with his team. To Nick Fury, everyone is a tool meant to be used. He can like someone, hell he can even love someone but that will not stop him from manipulating them to further his goals. He doesn’t view this as a betrayal, he views it as hyper-practicality. His loved ones and friends are by and large SHIELD agents. They’re already putting themselves at risk, he’s just making them more useful even if they’re entirely unaware how.
Contessa noted this , and called him on it. Surprisingly enough, after the initial sting of her betrayal he got over it, illustrating that he’s not unaware that he can be manipulated as well.
At many points in Fury’s narrative, they’ve introduced the concept of being a “man out of time”. While Fury doesn’t revel in the misty-eyed memories of the America of his youth like Captain America might, he definitely has a certain jaded take on the spy games thing. That same manipulation that he’s so good at makes it hard for him to connect with people the same way he did as a young man in the army. As such, Dum Dum Dugan and Gabe Jones remain his two closest friends. He probably can’t make anymore like them, even if you take the fact that they served together out of the equation. I’d hazard to say that Fury is so trained to see people as tools, he can’t unsee them that way, to a point.
Which isn’t to say that they’re the only people he cares for. Nick cares deeply about Daisy and Mikel. He views them both as his family. He kills JT to protect Daisy, not just out of revenge for Alex, and he basically kills Strucker over Mikel. However, they still fall under the category of people who put themselves on the line, and thus are still open for manipulation and use in the spy games. That’s just the reality in which Nick Fury chooses to exist.
On the surface, he’s gruff, demanding, kind of a hard ass and not uncommonly described as a “motherfucker”. None of those things are probably surprising in someone trained to be the biggest superspy in a world with people like the Red Skull, and Doctor Doom. Still, they’re worth noting if only for the fact that Fury really doesn’t care how he comes off. Much like his attitude with the manipulation, he views it as something people can either choose to accept or not. Either way it’s not like he’s going to change anything.
Powers & Abilities: In the Marvel Univers, there’s this stuff called Infinity Serum. It has the ability to slow aging to almost imperceptible levels and decrease the progression of wounds or diseases. Depending on who you ask (or who’s writing the book) it also has some healing properties on its own, completely independent of it’s “time stopping” sort of capabilities. Nick Fury was given the Infinity Serum following a particularly bad injury. He continued to use it and eventually became dependent on it. He used (and arguably abused) the drug so much that eventually, he didn’t need it any more. His blood had started producing it, or mimicking it entirely on its own. As such, Fury doesn’t really age. Or if he does, he does it very slowly.
Items on their Person: Fury would be wearing what was considered a SHIELD uniform and a typical trench coat looking thing. Within the uniform and coat are keys to a flying car that’s been left back in the world of 616, a Cuban cigar, a small caliber handgun, and limited ammunition for said handgun.
Samples;
First Person Sample:
[The feed clicks on to someone sighing heavily. It’s not a bored sigh, or an annoyed sigh. If anything it seems resigned. And if it’s not possible to enfir so much from a sigh alone, the gruff, matter-of-fact tone that quickly follows helps out a bit.]
There’s a pretty high amount of information on my life that’s public record if the right parties are interested. It’s not somethin’ I take lightly, but it’s there. Most governments on the planet have records on me, hell, ‘pretty sure I’m still on the president’s list of highly dangerous domestic targets.
[There’s the sound of pacing and rustling, it echoes and reverberates in the mostly empty room.]
So you boys will have to understand why, while I’m impressed by the effort you went to cookin’ up all this fictional character bullshit, I’m not about to accept it right off the bat. The comics were a nice touch, though. I might wanna keep a few, if it’s all the same. But seeing as how I got a date, and you probably want somethin’ I’m not willing to tell a microphone, what say we discuss this whole thing man to man?
[There’s a pause, and when he speaks again, Nick’s voice has a little more edge to it.]
Believe me, son, better we meet on your terms than you make me come to you.
[And with that ominous note, the transmission ends]
Third Person Sample:
If Nick were being completely honest with himself, the things bothered him. He was used to the grizzly and gruesome, but there was nothing quite like seeing rotted flesh animated and coming at you. The Nazi’s had tried it once or twice with limited success and every time it had made his stomach turn. People like Strange were a special brand of heartless, the way they could deal with death presenting itself so openly like that.
He clutched the gun a little tighter than he probably meant to, thoughts of the creature he was trying to avoid mingling with his training, and the recent Leviathan creatures. Hadn’t they been trying to reanimate soldiers? Maybe this was their game.
It made a play for him, and he ducked behind a half collapsed doorway. The ruins made for an interesting field with equality interesting cover. The lack of security probably shouldn’t have been so upsetting, but it was what it was, and Nick’s sometimes had trouble separating his training from a growing sense of paranoia that this recent abduction was in no way going to help alleviate.
For its part, the creature apparently wasn’t that bright and seemed to have lost him, at least momentarily. Pausing in its inhuman gait, it twisted its head around, searching for him while he watched from his shelter behind the rotted out building. The stench of sweat and death hung in the air around them, and Fury was again reminded of the war. If this was Leviathan, he’d have to remember to thank them for the trips down memory lane special after he found a way out.
Finally, after a good five minutes of the creature eying the sky, and Fury trying to avoid breathing too deep or heavy, seemed to give in, resuming its shuffle down the path he’d been walking prior to the assault. Stepping out from his shelter enough to aim, he emptied half a round into the things head, watching as it fell and shook once. Twice. Done.
No, on closer inspection, he could safely say this was not a typical interrogation abduction. Not at all.
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