Contact the player here. Comments, compliments, constructive criticism, requests for threads - anything at all is welcome.

As Bruce is perpetually on the run, he does not use the phone. The only way to contact him is through an encrypted network, which happens at his own discretion. That being the case, if you do want to thread with him, it's likely much easier to ask me, the player, and we can plot and set something up.

Player nickname: Vivi
Player LJ: vivider
Way to contact you:
Email: running.blind.ok@gmail.com
AIM: garlicbroth
Are you at least 15?: Yes.
Current Characters: Minato and Zuko.

Character: Bruce Banner
Fandom: the Incredible Hulk (Movie only!)
Character Notes:
History: In some comic canon, Bruce was abused by his father as a child. There was evidence of mental illness that pre-dated even his research on gamma, which led to his affliction. Little else, if anything, is known about his past aside from that.

The first time he turned into the Hulk, he ruined the entire lab he worked in and almost fatally injured his girlfriend and lover, Betty Ross. Desperately in love with her and consumed with guilt, as well as shortly thereafter pursued by the government (and Betty's father, General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross), Bruce departed the University he worked at and traveled the country, destitute and unable to access his bank or credit card, unable to use any form of identification. He attempted to commit suicide in the Arctic of Alaska, but was stopped by the monster within, and, out of options, went to Brazil to search for a cure.

The movie sees him reunite with Betty, come to several extremely violent altercations with the U.S. military, and ultimately give up hope of a cure after numerous failed attempts. With new knowledge that it might be possible to control the Hulk while in that state, Bruce leaves Betty once again, evading armed forces as he departs, and settles in the wilds of British Columbia to work on his already-impressive level of control.

Personality: Everyone recognizes the Hulk as a superhero by such tag lines as "Hulk angry", "Hulk smash" and "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry". Few realize that behind the huge green beast is an extremely intelligent, capable mind, one guilt-ridden and lonely, perpetually sought by the U.S. government attempting to harness the power contained within his gamma-irradiated body.

Bruce Banner is the most brilliant scientist of his generation without question. In his pursuit of discovery, he gained an affliction that turns him into the Hulk; he is so different in that form that in many comic canons it is considered an alternate personality. The Hulk is generally thought to be an expression of his repression and rage, and in a very real sense there is something of the Hulk in every person alive.

He is solitary by necessity and at this point by enforced nature and habit. He is quiet, uncommunicative, but at the same time kind and responsible. Although wracked with guilt for his actions and decisions, he doesn't flinch from his circumstances.

Other: We actually see him talk to someone online in canon, so I'll be trying to replicate that manner of speech on DDD like I did when I played him before. In light of that, I'll be putting his text in Courier New. Please be forgiving of his curtness; he's far from being a talkative character.

Additional Links: Come on, you know how pretty Edward Norton is without pictures.

First Person: Me again - Mr. Green. Able to nav away this time. Looking for interaction. Man at trading outpost in town helpful, friendly, trustworthy. Can't talk to him. Too much danger.

Betty still here? Doubtful. More important things for her; busy life. Good life. Can't go back, no matter how much I want to.

...Anyone know good solitary games? Not solitaire, mindsweeper, tetris. Done those.

Third Person: Each time he looked at her picture - which was often - Bruce thought of her smell.

People often associated others with a specific scent, many times the fruitiness of their shampoo or something factually implausible. Purple prose and exaggeration were both things Bruce was not inclined to; in his situation, he needed neither. No one ever would believe him if he attempted to describe reality - not as a scientist, where one needed proof; and not now, where proof was deadly and could not be given. And, the ramifications of said proof were not only possibly immediately deadly, but could have far-reaching consequences. If he did confess to someone, the information had a high likelihood of reaching back to the General, and if Bruce was captured... More like him would be made, a result unthinkably horrific.

So Bruce was limited to imagining her smell with aching nostalgia, impossible affection separated by thousands, thousands of miles that stretched between them. Even if he had been beside her - and he had been, months ago - that rift would still exist. As long as he had these aspects of his personality, these uncontrollable dangers, he couldn't live around anyone else. He and it both wanted solitude. And both of them missed Betty.

Although he couldn't attach a smell to her, he could attach a feeling, one so terribly unfamiliar in these past years: safety.

The monster in him even agreed.

One day after his arrival at the internet community Dramadramaduck, Bruce Banner found himself waiting for the impossible: a god to transport him across worlds, where he'd receive help from someone he knew only as Nagato Yuki. Bruce had no idea how old Yuki was, but from what he'd been able to gather she was a logical, reliable individual that would help secure his computer even further in exchange for satisfying her curiosity.

Dressed in ragged clothes and thankful that Canadian weather was reasonably mild in the summer, Bruce stood in the middle of a large field, the treeline several hundred feet off. The nearest town was sixty miles away, and he gripped the straps of his backpack tightly, his most important worldly possessions inside. As always he was ready to relocate and start over at any instant. Regardless of the continued reassurances he'd received in his communications online, he wasn't ready to trust, couldn't afford to.

With a somber expression, he stood waiting, rather implausibly, for the god Apollo.