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Dec. 12th, 2012 10:53 amName: El
Email: bittereloquence@gmail.com
AIM: thisisel
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Munhead or previous character journals (optional): NA
Timezone: CST
-THEM-
Character name: Howard Stark
Series: Marvel Cinematic Verse
Character history: Here
Character personality: At first glance, Howard Stark is one cocky son of a bitch. He carries himself with the innate confidence of one who is truly moneyed and knows he is the king of the coop. With a genius level intelligence and the imagination to back it up, Howard is a dangerous mixture of competence and charm. He fancies himself a lady’s man and judging by the swatch of beautiful women he’s cut through, he is obviously doing a fair job of it. Howard enjoys women and drinking equally and with great zeal and it shows in his sometimes shocking lifestyle.
Yet despite the debauchery, he is very dedicated to his work. Obsessively so, one might even say. Once a project has his attention, it has it one hundred and ten percent. He’s a pragmatic man at heart beneath the devil may care attitude. While initially hesitant to join the SSR, a run in with Hydra agents helped cement his mind on the subject. Howard would throw himself into the war effort with the same single-minded dedication that helped build the Stark brand into a household name.
At ends with his playboy attitude however is a deep seated sense of responsibility and patriotism. A driven man, Howard is known for burying himself in his work for days on end, leaving very little in the way of much anything else for well...anyone. It's a terrible habit that stays with him throughout his lifetime and affects even his most intimate of interpersonal relationships such as that of his son Tony.
He can definitely be very impatient at times and arrogant. Howard is a genius who is often forced to work with and even appease people less intelligent than himself at times, it can be grating. Sometimes, he just can’t quite manage to hide his condescension and irritation. So why then would he force himself to work for the military and his intellectual inferiors?
Simple. Money.
Howard Stark is a pragmatist and he will always follow the path that leads to the most gain for him. It is surprising then that a man as self-centered as Howard would be so affected by Steve Roger’s disappearance and assumed death. But the simple and painful truth is Howard isn’t the type to make friends easily. He tends to think of one or two people as ‘friends’ and everyone else is a colleague or perhaps even someone he could use to move about his own personal chess board of life.
Losing Steve to a certain extent left its mark on Howard’s heart. It began to harden after the endless searching for Steve Rogers’s body proved heedless over the years. He doesn't have much in the way of 'friends' after all so even the loss of one is a significant blow.
Maybe that’s why he was such an easy pray to a sociopath like Obadiah Stane. Either way, from the moment Steve Rogers disappeared beneath the ice in the Arctic, something inside of Howard began to harden. He lost his wide-eyed optimism and playful attitude as so many in the War did. He’s still nothing like the harsh and emotionally-closed off ‘father’ Tony Stark knew growing up though those who know him intimately will have noticed the changes of late in Howard.
But that is to expected in any war, unfortunately. None but the truly oblivious can come out of such a conflict unscathed. A price is always paid for the loss of innocence and in Howard's case, he paid with his idealism. No more does he talk of floating cars that can hover atop the ground. Now, he is driven to find the most effective means of creating warfare so that the use of such weaponry is enough to bring the enemy to their knees. There were rumors of Stark being scouted for the Manhattan Project but his own distaste for such radical means turned his stomach.
As of recently however, he's come to the realization that sometimes, you really do have to have the bigger 'stick' in order to end a conflict as quickly as possible. It is not a very pleasant shift in the engineer's personality but perhaps it is an inevitable one.
-SAMPLES-
Journal entry sample:
[The camera would flicker to life and reveal a rather skeptical looking Howard Stark. There were lines of tension in the man’s face that betrayed just how not okay he was with the situation he found himself in.]
You people must think I fell off the turnip truck yesterday if you think I’m going to swallow this hog wash you’re trying to feed me here. [He deliberately let the scathing sarcasm enter his voice so as to convey just how irritated he was with the whole scam they were running.] I don’t know what kind of Nazi trick this is but you’re wasting your time here. [Howard's smile showed lots of teeth but his eyes were hard and cold.]
Seriously, how many idiots do you actually get with a line like “You’re not a real person, you’re just a work of fiction”? Because I got to tell you, I feel pretty damned real now and I felt this real yesterday and the day before. So why don't we cut the crap and just go about our everyday lives? We'll pretend you didn't kidnap me and I'll make sure I don't hunt you down and find you. Okay?
[Out of view of the camera, there was a rhythmic tapping that might have been fingers drumming on a flat surface or maybe even a distant foot tapping impatiently. It took him all of a minute to lose his patience with this tomfoolery.] Alright, have it your way, pal. You can't say I didn't warn you. [And with that, the feed snapped off as quickly as it had burst to life.]
3rd person sample:
It was close to three am but Howard Stark didn’t seem to notice it. He was distractedly barking orders at his coworkers while doing four things at once. The dark haired man was both a control freak and a perfectionist. Sufficing to say, his ‘aides’ didn’t last very long; the insane hours he demanded saw to that. But this was the middle of a war and God dammit, he was going to get perfection or they could just go home to mama.
Okay, the six cups of coffee since dinner probably wasn’t helping as far as his temper and patience levels went but he was on a roll working on how to decipher just how Hydra had learned to harness the energy core of their devastating weapons.
Three days growth of stubble dotted the normally dapper engineer’s jaw as he handled the very unstable material with a lot more respect this time around. He'd definitely learned his lesson last time when the gram sized bit of glowing blue energy had been forceful enough to throw him across the room when he'd accidentally activated it.
The silence permeating the lab finally seemed to sink in finally and when he looked up, there wasn't hide nor hair of his assistants. Unlike Howard, they seemed to possess an ounce of self-preservation and practicality. Over-caffeinated engineer working on three hours of sleep plus a highly volatile solution that blew up the lab once? They knew how to get out while they still could, it would seem.
"Not a one of them has a backbone." Howard grumbled to himself. "Scientists my ass. More like a bunch of pansies. Need to get some real assistants in here."
Still mumbling to himself, he made a haphazard note on a scrap of paper to cajole, beg or demand some real help around the lab to Philips. Really, if the man wasn't going to give him the necessary tools to win this war, why was he even wasting his time?
Email: bittereloquence@gmail.com
AIM: thisisel
DW username:
this_is_elMunhead or previous character journals (optional): NA
Timezone: CST
-THEM-
Character name: Howard Stark
Series: Marvel Cinematic Verse
Character history: Here
Character personality: At first glance, Howard Stark is one cocky son of a bitch. He carries himself with the innate confidence of one who is truly moneyed and knows he is the king of the coop. With a genius level intelligence and the imagination to back it up, Howard is a dangerous mixture of competence and charm. He fancies himself a lady’s man and judging by the swatch of beautiful women he’s cut through, he is obviously doing a fair job of it. Howard enjoys women and drinking equally and with great zeal and it shows in his sometimes shocking lifestyle.
Yet despite the debauchery, he is very dedicated to his work. Obsessively so, one might even say. Once a project has his attention, it has it one hundred and ten percent. He’s a pragmatic man at heart beneath the devil may care attitude. While initially hesitant to join the SSR, a run in with Hydra agents helped cement his mind on the subject. Howard would throw himself into the war effort with the same single-minded dedication that helped build the Stark brand into a household name.
At ends with his playboy attitude however is a deep seated sense of responsibility and patriotism. A driven man, Howard is known for burying himself in his work for days on end, leaving very little in the way of much anything else for well...anyone. It's a terrible habit that stays with him throughout his lifetime and affects even his most intimate of interpersonal relationships such as that of his son Tony.
He can definitely be very impatient at times and arrogant. Howard is a genius who is often forced to work with and even appease people less intelligent than himself at times, it can be grating. Sometimes, he just can’t quite manage to hide his condescension and irritation. So why then would he force himself to work for the military and his intellectual inferiors?
Simple. Money.
Howard Stark is a pragmatist and he will always follow the path that leads to the most gain for him. It is surprising then that a man as self-centered as Howard would be so affected by Steve Roger’s disappearance and assumed death. But the simple and painful truth is Howard isn’t the type to make friends easily. He tends to think of one or two people as ‘friends’ and everyone else is a colleague or perhaps even someone he could use to move about his own personal chess board of life.
Losing Steve to a certain extent left its mark on Howard’s heart. It began to harden after the endless searching for Steve Rogers’s body proved heedless over the years. He doesn't have much in the way of 'friends' after all so even the loss of one is a significant blow.
Maybe that’s why he was such an easy pray to a sociopath like Obadiah Stane. Either way, from the moment Steve Rogers disappeared beneath the ice in the Arctic, something inside of Howard began to harden. He lost his wide-eyed optimism and playful attitude as so many in the War did. He’s still nothing like the harsh and emotionally-closed off ‘father’ Tony Stark knew growing up though those who know him intimately will have noticed the changes of late in Howard.
But that is to expected in any war, unfortunately. None but the truly oblivious can come out of such a conflict unscathed. A price is always paid for the loss of innocence and in Howard's case, he paid with his idealism. No more does he talk of floating cars that can hover atop the ground. Now, he is driven to find the most effective means of creating warfare so that the use of such weaponry is enough to bring the enemy to their knees. There were rumors of Stark being scouted for the Manhattan Project but his own distaste for such radical means turned his stomach.
As of recently however, he's come to the realization that sometimes, you really do have to have the bigger 'stick' in order to end a conflict as quickly as possible. It is not a very pleasant shift in the engineer's personality but perhaps it is an inevitable one.
-SAMPLES-
Journal entry sample:
[The camera would flicker to life and reveal a rather skeptical looking Howard Stark. There were lines of tension in the man’s face that betrayed just how not okay he was with the situation he found himself in.]
You people must think I fell off the turnip truck yesterday if you think I’m going to swallow this hog wash you’re trying to feed me here. [He deliberately let the scathing sarcasm enter his voice so as to convey just how irritated he was with the whole scam they were running.] I don’t know what kind of Nazi trick this is but you’re wasting your time here. [Howard's smile showed lots of teeth but his eyes were hard and cold.]
Seriously, how many idiots do you actually get with a line like “You’re not a real person, you’re just a work of fiction”? Because I got to tell you, I feel pretty damned real now and I felt this real yesterday and the day before. So why don't we cut the crap and just go about our everyday lives? We'll pretend you didn't kidnap me and I'll make sure I don't hunt you down and find you. Okay?
[Out of view of the camera, there was a rhythmic tapping that might have been fingers drumming on a flat surface or maybe even a distant foot tapping impatiently. It took him all of a minute to lose his patience with this tomfoolery.] Alright, have it your way, pal. You can't say I didn't warn you. [And with that, the feed snapped off as quickly as it had burst to life.]
3rd person sample:
It was close to three am but Howard Stark didn’t seem to notice it. He was distractedly barking orders at his coworkers while doing four things at once. The dark haired man was both a control freak and a perfectionist. Sufficing to say, his ‘aides’ didn’t last very long; the insane hours he demanded saw to that. But this was the middle of a war and God dammit, he was going to get perfection or they could just go home to mama.
Okay, the six cups of coffee since dinner probably wasn’t helping as far as his temper and patience levels went but he was on a roll working on how to decipher just how Hydra had learned to harness the energy core of their devastating weapons.
Three days growth of stubble dotted the normally dapper engineer’s jaw as he handled the very unstable material with a lot more respect this time around. He'd definitely learned his lesson last time when the gram sized bit of glowing blue energy had been forceful enough to throw him across the room when he'd accidentally activated it.
The silence permeating the lab finally seemed to sink in finally and when he looked up, there wasn't hide nor hair of his assistants. Unlike Howard, they seemed to possess an ounce of self-preservation and practicality. Over-caffeinated engineer working on three hours of sleep plus a highly volatile solution that blew up the lab once? They knew how to get out while they still could, it would seem.
"Not a one of them has a backbone." Howard grumbled to himself. "Scientists my ass. More like a bunch of pansies. Need to get some real assistants in here."
Still mumbling to himself, he made a haphazard note on a scrap of paper to cajole, beg or demand some real help around the lab to Philips. Really, if the man wasn't going to give him the necessary tools to win this war, why was he even wasting his time?
