Flavor Abilities: Fitz's biggest asset is his brain--damaged as it may be. He's a quick thinker most of the time and can usually find a way out of most situations. While he has had combat training, he's not proficient in it and..generally just tries to make do with whatever objects he has available to defend himself. He can take apart and put back together pretty much anything mechanical that he gets his hands on and has extensive knowledge in mechanics, biology, engineering and physics.
Suitability: Fitz is a SHIELD agent, even if he does primarily stick to the labs. He's been through the same training that the others have and has learned how to deal with just about any situation that might get thrown his way. That being said, this is going to be unlike anything he's ever had to deal with before, especially since he's going to be alone the majority of the time and while he's definitely functioning better now than he was a few months after his injury, he's not in top form--surviving is going to be a challenge.
He'll do what's necessary to keep himself safe and to figure out what's going on, using all the skills he's gained during his time in SHIED to get by and get out of this hellhole.
RP Samples: NETWORK
[Waking up in a strange place wasn't..actually all that strange for Fitz. He'd been kidnapped before and been caught up in a lot of strange situations. What was strange, however, was that his cellphone didn't work; none of the lights in the building work. Nothing.
Nothing but the strange tablet he'd found.
The engineer had immediately attempted to figure out if it was a bugged unit or not, trying to get into the settings and dig into the root of it but nothing worked. Fitz's frustration mounted when he realized just how limited the things he could do with it were and he finally stopped attempting to take it apart--
And accessed the supposed network instead.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[Don't say your name, Fitz. Remember your training. Go about this the right way.]
I can't..I'm not entirely sure where I am and I could really use some help.
[Anyone that knew him would recognize his voice. Anyone else? They'd just think he was some random guy..right?]
THIRD PERSON While he still didn't have the answers he'd like, Fitz was at least grateful for the maps he'd gotten a hold of and the fact that he'd been left a backpack and a coat. The coat was the most important part, honestly. Even with the sweater he wore it was still ridiculously cold and he was quick to slide it on once he found it and zip it all the way up. From there he started to explore the rest of the strange cabin he was in, doing a sweep of it all like had been suggested to him, finding a few random items in the process.
A mug. An umbrella. A notebook.
It was an odd assortment but he'd find a use for all of them--the paper especially for fire use--and he shoved it all into his backpack before hefting it up onto his back. He needed to try and find Skye and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time to travel through the day; something about lockdown and monsters? He was skeptical about the last bit but he wasn't willing to test the theory on his own meaning he needed to get moving.
The cold only got worse when he finally opened the main door of the cabin and headed out into the snow, his feet taking the brunt of it given the fact that his shoes weren't suited for this. The engineer cursed softly under his breath but refused to go back, trudging through the snow and doing his best to follow the map on his tablet in the process.
By the time he reached another building to settle in for the night, he had half an hour to go before lockdown. Fitz forced himself to keep moving up until he shoved the door up and stumbled in, panting softly as his lungs ached and his limbs tingled with numbness. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him not to leave the door open--he refused to accept that it sounded like Jemma--and he turned to shove it closed, forehead pressed against the wood.
"This place..is terrible," he muttered to himself, a huff of a laugh following the words. "Look at you, Fitz. Already talking to yourself." Shaking his head, the engineer backed away from the door and turned to look around his new surroundings. Well...at least it kept the elements out, right?
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Fitz's biggest asset is his brain--damaged as it may be. He's a quick thinker most of the time and can usually find a way out of most situations. While he has had combat training, he's not proficient in it and..generally just tries to make do with whatever objects he has available to defend himself. He can take apart and put back together pretty much anything mechanical that he gets his hands on and has extensive knowledge in mechanics, biology, engineering and physics.
Suitability:
Fitz is a SHIELD agent, even if he does primarily stick to the labs. He's been through the same training that the others have and has learned how to deal with just about any situation that might get thrown his way. That being said, this is going to be unlike anything he's ever had to deal with before, especially since he's going to be alone the majority of the time and while he's definitely functioning better now than he was a few months after his injury, he's not in top form--surviving is going to be a challenge.
He'll do what's necessary to keep himself safe and to figure out what's going on, using all the skills he's gained during his time in SHIED to get by and get out of this hellhole.
RP Samples:
NETWORK
[Waking up in a strange place wasn't..actually all that strange for Fitz. He'd been kidnapped before and been caught up in a lot of strange situations. What was strange, however, was that his cellphone didn't work; none of the lights in the building work. Nothing.
Nothing but the strange tablet he'd found.
The engineer had immediately attempted to figure out if it was a bugged unit or not, trying to get into the settings and dig into the root of it but nothing worked. Fitz's frustration mounted when he realized just how limited the things he could do with it were and he finally stopped attempting to take it apart--
And accessed the supposed network instead.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[Don't say your name, Fitz. Remember your training. Go about this the right way.]
I can't..I'm not entirely sure where I am and I could really use some help.
[Anyone that knew him would recognize his voice. Anyone else? They'd just think he was some random guy..right?]
THIRD PERSON
While he still didn't have the answers he'd like, Fitz was at least grateful for the maps he'd gotten a hold of and the fact that he'd been left a backpack and a coat. The coat was the most important part, honestly. Even with the sweater he wore it was still ridiculously cold and he was quick to slide it on once he found it and zip it all the way up. From there he started to explore the rest of the strange cabin he was in, doing a sweep of it all like had been suggested to him, finding a few random items in the process.
A mug. An umbrella. A notebook.
It was an odd assortment but he'd find a use for all of them--the paper especially for fire use--and he shoved it all into his backpack before hefting it up onto his back. He needed to try and find Skye and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time to travel through the day; something about lockdown and monsters? He was skeptical about the last bit but he wasn't willing to test the theory on his own meaning he needed to get moving.
The cold only got worse when he finally opened the main door of the cabin and headed out into the snow, his feet taking the brunt of it given the fact that his shoes weren't suited for this. The engineer cursed softly under his breath but refused to go back, trudging through the snow and doing his best to follow the map on his tablet in the process.
By the time he reached another building to settle in for the night, he had half an hour to go before lockdown. Fitz forced himself to keep moving up until he shoved the door up and stumbled in, panting softly as his lungs ached and his limbs tingled with numbness. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him not to leave the door open--he refused to accept that it sounded like Jemma--and he turned to shove it closed, forehead pressed against the wood.
"This place..is terrible," he muttered to himself, a huff of a laugh following the words. "Look at you, Fitz. Already talking to yourself." Shaking his head, the engineer backed away from the door and turned to look around his new surroundings. Well...at least it kept the elements out, right?
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