Character Name: Steven Armstrong Series: Metal Gear Rising Revengeance Timeline: Post-Death Canon Resource Links:Senator Armstrong’s Wiki Page
Personality: Armstrong is a man who spent the majority of his in-service to a government that he saw as noble and just, only to have this perception shattered and the rug pulled-out from under him when the Patriots’ decades of manipulation were brought to light. With the destruction of the Patriot AI systems the world was supposed to be free at last from the shackles of the Illuminati-like control that they’d languished under since the 80s but, rather than a new golden age, what resulted was a severe economic depression and criminal resurgence. Armstrong was at the forefront of governance in the United States at this time, and saw first-hand that social parasites came out of the woodwork to to take advantage of the chaos and prey upon those who were only trying to survive. Seeing those who’s duty it was to stand against this simply join in the feeding frenzy helped to confirm a fear that Armstrong had been entertaining for some time now; That America was rotten to the core.
Dedicating himself to the goal of uprooting the corrupt foundations of the United States, Armstrong began dipping his fingers into the burgeoning Private Military market and found people who had been hurt by the Patriots’ system but had the strength to come out the other side of their experiences stronger than they’d been before. Armstrong was a true believer in his cause, and could genuinely express the good that his endgame would bring about to those he brought in to his confidence. Though campy from the outside, his beliefs in restoring the government to something that actually served the people that elected it rather than one that preyed upon it was something many people agreed with. His success in politics was largely based upon this platform and, though he admits that he doesn’t write his own speeches, Armstrong has shown himself to be a natural orator on more than one occasion.
As a person Armstrong is passionate about nearly everything he invests himself into and has a strong sense of duty, but subscribes strongly to the “kill one - save a million” school of thought and so is willing to do a great many things that would be called terrible if he believes the ends will justify the means. This is well-summarized when he tells Raiden that “I’m making the mother of all omelettes here Jack. I can’t cry about every egg.” and sets the stage well for the many crimes he proceed to commit over the course of Metal Gear Rising. Though he’s content to let others do his wetwork Armstrong is a highly physical man, maintaining a physique comparable to a professional fighter in his 50s, and demonstrating impressive skill in hand-to-hand combat. His experience in the Navy seems to have made him comfortable in combat as well, and the technical skills he picked-up in his career have obviously been kept-sharp as he remains completely comfortable with both advanced weapon systems and near-future level electronics and appliances. Overall Armstrong is powerful person, both in terms of mind and body, and possesses a dangerous level of conviction towards his beliefs.
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Rocket Starter: Rocket ”Main” Starter: Rufflet- Normal “Secondary” Starter: Alolan Meowth Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples RP Sample:Sample Thread Victory Road Sample: [Armstrong wakes up in an oddly familiar bed. Glancing over, he sees that he’s on the same kind of bunk he’d slept on in the Navy for years. The bunk brings back all manner of memories but also sparks a thousand questions, foremost of which is how he’s even waking up in the first place. His last memories were of having his nanite heart ripped from his chest, so there’s no way in hell someone had the tools to put him back together from something like that considering where it had all happened. Still, unless this was some perverse VR training, he was still alive and that merited further investigation.]
What in the goddamn?!
[Upon sitting up he immediately realizes that he’s still wearing the same clothes he’d worn during his battle against Jack. The torn remnants of his formal shirt still hung about his waist like the tattered martial arts Gi seen in so many anime, and his trousers and shoes were still there just as they’d been back in Shabhazabad. So he really had just been scooped-up after all that craziness… how bizarre.]
Well hey, guess that means I still have my smokes eh?
[Fully aware that he’s talking to himself, Armstrong stands up and checks his back pocket. Sure enough his lighter and stogies were still safely tucked away, though the cigars were more than a little crushed due to having been laid-on.]
Damn. Still… better than nothing.
[Spotting what looks like a pile of clothes sitting atop a dresser Armstrong makes his way over to the curious stack. There was a uniform that looked like someone’s idea of if a London Paperboy broke bad, though it at least seemed sized to fit him. Some boots, gloves, and a belt were there as well but all in a bright enough white that whoever picked them out was definitely looking to make a statement. Besides the pile, though, lay two spheres that immediately stop him in his tracks.]
No… way…
[Spotting a note, Armstrong snatches the thing up begins reading through it furiously.]
It can’t be.
[As soon as he fixes upon the words “Team Rocket” his eyes widen in disbelief.]
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Character
Name: Steven Armstrong
Series: Metal Gear Rising Revengeance
Timeline: Post-Death
Canon Resource Links: Senator Armstrong’s Wiki Page
Personality: Armstrong is a man who spent the majority of his in-service to a government that he saw as noble and just, only to have this perception shattered and the rug pulled-out from under him when the Patriots’ decades of manipulation were brought to light. With the destruction of the Patriot AI systems the world was supposed to be free at last from the shackles of the Illuminati-like control that they’d languished under since the 80s but, rather than a new golden age, what resulted was a severe economic depression and criminal resurgence. Armstrong was at the forefront of governance in the United States at this time, and saw first-hand that social parasites came out of the woodwork to to take advantage of the chaos and prey upon those who were only trying to survive. Seeing those who’s duty it was to stand against this simply join in the feeding frenzy helped to confirm a fear that Armstrong had been entertaining for some time now; That America was rotten to the core.
Dedicating himself to the goal of uprooting the corrupt foundations of the United States, Armstrong began dipping his fingers into the burgeoning Private Military market and found people who had been hurt by the Patriots’ system but had the strength to come out the other side of their experiences stronger than they’d been before. Armstrong was a true believer in his cause, and could genuinely express the good that his endgame would bring about to those he brought in to his confidence. Though campy from the outside, his beliefs in restoring the government to something that actually served the people that elected it rather than one that preyed upon it was something many people agreed with. His success in politics was largely based upon this platform and, though he admits that he doesn’t write his own speeches, Armstrong has shown himself to be a natural orator on more than one occasion.
As a person Armstrong is passionate about nearly everything he invests himself into and has a strong sense of duty, but subscribes strongly to the “kill one - save a million” school of thought and so is willing to do a great many things that would be called terrible if he believes the ends will justify the means. This is well-summarized when he tells Raiden that “I’m making the mother of all omelettes here Jack. I can’t cry about every egg.” and sets the stage well for the many crimes he proceed to commit over the course of Metal Gear Rising. Though he’s content to let others do his wetwork Armstrong is a highly physical man, maintaining a physique comparable to a professional fighter in his 50s, and demonstrating impressive skill in hand-to-hand combat. His experience in the Navy seems to have made him comfortable in combat as well, and the technical skills he picked-up in his career have obviously been kept-sharp as he remains completely comfortable with both advanced weapon systems and near-future level electronics and appliances. Overall Armstrong is powerful person, both in terms of mind and body, and possesses a dangerous level of conviction towards his beliefs.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Rocket
Starter: Rocket ”Main” Starter: Rufflet- Normal “Secondary” Starter: Alolan Meowth
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: Sample Thread
Victory Road Sample:
[Armstrong wakes up in an oddly familiar bed. Glancing over, he sees that he’s on the same kind of bunk he’d slept on in the Navy for years. The bunk brings back all manner of memories but also sparks a thousand questions, foremost of which is how he’s even waking up in the first place. His last memories were of having his nanite heart ripped from his chest, so there’s no way in hell someone had the tools to put him back together from something like that considering where it had all happened. Still, unless this was some perverse VR training, he was still alive and that merited further investigation.]
What in the goddamn?!
[Upon sitting up he immediately realizes that he’s still wearing the same clothes he’d worn during his battle against Jack. The torn remnants of his formal shirt still hung about his waist like the tattered martial arts Gi seen in so many anime, and his trousers and shoes were still there just as they’d been back in Shabhazabad. So he really had just been scooped-up after all that craziness… how bizarre.]
Well hey, guess that means I still have my smokes eh?
[Fully aware that he’s talking to himself, Armstrong stands up and checks his back pocket. Sure enough his lighter and stogies were still safely tucked away, though the cigars were more than a little crushed due to having been laid-on.]
Damn. Still… better than nothing.
[Spotting what looks like a pile of clothes sitting atop a dresser Armstrong makes his way over to the curious stack. There was a uniform that looked like someone’s idea of if a London Paperboy broke bad, though it at least seemed sized to fit him. Some boots, gloves, and a belt were there as well but all in a bright enough white that whoever picked them out was definitely looking to make a statement. Besides the pile, though, lay two spheres that immediately stop him in his tracks.]
No… way…
[Spotting a note, Armstrong snatches the thing up begins reading through it furiously.]
It can’t be.
[As soon as he fixes upon the words “Team Rocket” his eyes widen in disbelief.]
You gotta be shittin’ me. I'm in goddamn Pokémon.