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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2007, 05:08 AM (4,316 Views) | |
| Quicksilver | Aug 4 2007, 05:08 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]PLAYER INFORMATION[/align] NAME: Heather CONTACT: AIM: Hobbit Girl 49 --- YIM: limejello32 HOW YOU FOUND US: Redoing this bio with the current template OTHER CHARACTERS ON THE SITE Many RULES CODE: Xavier CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE: Marvel wiki, and 32 years of reading X-Men [align=center]CHARACTER INFORMATION[/align] [align=center] ![]() Milo Ventimiglia [/align] BASIC INFORMATION CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon AFFILIATION: Acolytes FULL NAME: Pietro Django Maximoff CODENAME: Quicksilver NICKNAMES: None that matter CURRENT AGE: 25 DATE OF BIRTH: April 25th 1985 MARITAL STATUS: In a relationship with Avery Doyle SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BASE OF OPERATIONS: The Brotherhood Headquarters, wherever it is stationed at the time TIME AT INSTITUTE: Never a student, but been around for going on three years HOMETOWN: Mt. Wundegore, Transia KNOWN RELATIVES: PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEIGHT: 6'0 BUILD: Slender and streamlined, well defined muscle tone without bulk, legs are particularly wellformed EYES: Silver Blue HAIR: White DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His white hair tends to spike into cowlicks at the temples. His sharp features speak of his gypsy heritage CLOTHING STYLE: Pietro wears clothing that gives him the ability to move. Nothing is too tight, nothing is too stiff. His shoes are comfortable and extremely well made. He favors dark colors, but only because some unspoken vanity gives him the impression that his pale coloring looks striking against them. His civilian clothes tend to have a european look about them, and while he has been known to wear jeans, he has never worn shorts. His Brotherhood Uniform is predominently black with white accenting made to resemble a lightning bolt. UNIFORM: His Brotherhood Uniform is predominently black with silver accenting made to resemble a lightning bolt. It is form fitting like a runner's, and made of material to withstand the wind shear. His boots are silver and made specially for him. POWERS GENERAL DESCRIPTION:Quicksilver's body is adapted towards the rigors of high-speed running. His cardiovascular and respiratory systems are many times more efficient than those of a normal human being. He metabolizes an estimated 95% of the caloric energy content of foodstuffs (normal human use is about 25%). The chemical processes of Quicksilver's musculature are so highly enhanced that his body does not generate fatigue poisons, the normal by-products of locomotion, which force the body to rest. Rather, his body constantly expels waste products during his accelerated respiration through exhalation. His joints are smoother and lubricated more efficiently than those of a normal human being. His tendons have the tensile strength of spring steel. His bones contain unknown materials significantly more durable than calcium to withstand the dynamic shocks of his feet touching the ground at speeds of over 100 miles per hour. Quicksilver's practical reaction time is about five times faster than a normal human's and the speed at which his brain processes information is heightened to a level commensurate with his bodily speed, enabling him to perceive his surroundings while traveling at high velocities. Quicksilver's lachrymose is more viscous than normal, thus preventing rapid evaporation and replenishment of surface fluids on his eyeballs under the influence of high wind velocity to occlude his vision. Superhuman Speed: Quicksilver is capable of running far past the speed of sound (770 miles per hour). He has sufficient energy reserves to enable him to run at this average speed for an unknown amount of hours, whereupon he must reduce his speed, replenish his body's store of energy, or do both. Quicksilver has used his powers of acceleration for various feats. He has plucked an arrow out of the air from a standing start, after the arrow left the bow and traveled a distance of about 20 feet. He has dodged machine gun fire, but presumably he was able to see the path of the bullets change as his assailant was attempting to track him with a burst. He has created cyclone-like gusts of wind, which are able to knock a man off his feet, by racing around in a ten-foot diameter circle. With a 500-foot approach to gain momentum, Quicksilver can run approximately 300 feet up the side of a surface with a 90-degree inclination (such as a building) before gravity overtakes him. With a 100-foot approach to gain momentum, he can run across a body of water for approximately 1000 feet before beginning to sink. Intelligence: Pietro is intellectually gifted, able to think at great speeds, contrary to his impulsiveness. If he wants to learn something from sculpting to piloting an airplane, he needs only instructions and a few minutes to learn. He has not yet learned to drive a car. He never saw the need. Superstrength: Quicksilver possesses superhuman strength primarily in his lower body as part of his body's adaptations for running. With his upper body he can lift (press) approximately 1 Ton. He can leg press approximately 10 tons under optimal conditions. WEAKNESS: Pietro's biggest weaknesses are his overprotectiveness towards those he loves, namely his sisters and his beloved, and his own impatience. He is easily manipulated into rage and impulsivity, and his deep rooted desire to please his father can be used to compel him to act against his own morality. Pietro's worst enemy is himself. PERSONALITY Pietro is impatience personified. The world moves in slow motion for him, even when he has forced himself to slow down. He loves his sisters and his lover more than anything in the world, and they are possibly the only things he considers good and pure. He does his best to protect them, in particular Wanda, to the point of sometimes seeming smothering. He doesn't mean it. He simply loses control. He is angry at the world for what he perceives as its failings towards him, and he is quick to lash out. He is inordinately proud of his mutant heritage and honestly believes in their superiority. Anger drives him though, and he doesn't know how to stop it. But, Pietro is a good person at heart. He does not want the war that his father does. He just wants what he feels is due his race. He will not kill wantonly, he will not harm children. He will defy his father's orders to do so, and then berate himself for failing Magneto. He loves his father almost as much as he loves his sisters, and, knowing the evil his father is capable of makes him question his own morality. What kind of man must he be if he wants the approval of a man like Magneto? HISTORY Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were raised with gypsies, spending most of their time moving through the Eastern European countryside. They’d heard the story all their young lives – Magda Maximoff (their mother) had joined this troop of gypsies when Wanda and Pietro were toddlers and explained that their father was dead. As a young boy, Pietro was always in his sister's reflected glory and though he was unworthy to be at her side, he was honored she allowed him there. Some of his earliest memories are of Wanda crawling into his bed when the fearsome thundering and lightning shook the walls of their travel home. He was always so much braver when she was there. As he grew up, learning the ways of life from the gypsy men, it became clear that Pietro was worthless. He was slow to act, and clumsy, his body tending to betray him when he needed it. Their mother tended to too many twisted ankles and scraped knees to count, Wanda always making the pain go away with a gentle kiss. He was slow of thought too, unfocused and indecisive, never quite able to focus his mind to the task at hand. He never understood why the world seemed to move so quickly around him. At sixteen, Pietro was reluctantly dragged to another village by the men, to try and earn some money for the camp. That was the day everything changed. His head suddenly split open with the panicked cry of his sister, and without debating, without thinking, he began to run...the world stopped its frantic spin. He became a blur that sliced the very air in two. But still, he was too late. His mother was dead and Wanda was set upon by villagers. Rage, white hot and purely focused, drove him, and one of the men was blinded by the fist that smashed into his temple. The second fell to the ground his neck broken, and the third survived only because the boy who avenged his wronged family came to his senses in time to realize he had to get his sister to safety. The last rocks they had thrown still hung in the air. Pietro and Wanda ran for years, figuratively, He hid her as best she could while she attempted to control her powers. He stole food and information from the villages they hovered around, learning what they were. Mutants. A new race. A powerful race. A better race. He began to learn of the man called Magneto, and how shocked had he been to see his own face, though older and harder, staring back at him from newspapers and stolen glimpses of televisions in store windows. The champion of their people was their father! He wasn't dead! He was very much alive. Six years into their exile, Wanda's powers at last lead them to their father, and seeking revenge on humankind for destroying their family and their lives, Pietro brought her to Magneto, to rebuild a new family...one that would eventually bring humanity to its knees. For a time Pietro and Wanda remained with the Brotherhood, forming an uneasy friendship with the explosive Alex Summers, and discovering Lorna Dane, their unknown half sister. After the attack on the FOH, Pietro and Wanda turned to the X-Men for sanctuary, as Wanda, in her guilt had used her power unconsciously to blind herself. With the X-Men, Pietro and Wanda were nursed to health, and he met and fell in love with Avery Doyle, the school's nurse. When Alex Summers formed X-Factor, Pietro and his twin joined it, followed soon after by their half sister who had begun a relationship with Havok, despite his many many flaws. Pietro and Wanda were with X-Factor during ShadowX, assisting in the rebellion against the maddened Scott and Jean Grey-Summers, and helped to take down their control sister, Wanda even restoring Alex's life when the insane X-Men killed him as punishment for defiance. They were with X-Factor when they were amongst those turned into children, Magneto's attempt to claim them resulting in a battle on the Van Wyck Parkway. They were with X-Factor on Krakoa, Pietro torn between glaring at the men wooing his sisters and spending time with his own beloved Avery. Wracked with guilt after his friend and his sister vanished into the Siege Perilous, Quicksilver worked to keep X-Factor alive until miraculously Alex and Lorna were found alive in the Savage Land. Life went back to normal after that, and Pietro assisted with the rescue of Jet Black and Warren Worthington from the Scrambler. But when the presumed dead Angel returned as the Horseman of Death and captured Alex Summers, Pietro mourned the his friend who had sacrificed his life to save his sister. They had no idea what was about to come. DURING APOCALYPSE: When the Horsemen attacked, Pietro and Wanda went with their father's group to stop the Horseman of Pestilence, Amelia Voght, and then during the later attacks stayed in New York to help with the chaos caused by the hurricane brought about by the Eye of Horus. As the world returned to normal, Pietro, disillusioned by the repeated tragedies, and disgusted that his half sister Lorna so readily forgave Alex Summers, who had time and time again hurt her, and had almost taken her life, grew more and more angry. Seeking to do something that mattered, Pietro began to obsess about saving the soul of his father, the terrorist Magneto, believing that he saw something worthy in the man's actions during the Apocalypse. Finally, after a violent confrontation with Havok after his engagement to Lorna was announced, Pietro fled X-Factor and sought out the Brotherhood, becoming one of Magneto's acolytes. Now he works beside them, attempting to temper his father's rage, and instill some sense of control and balance, too stubborn to realize he has none of his own. He is not trusted by his fellow Brotherhood members and frequently disobeys his father's more violent orders. Overt defiance, such as the rescue of vice president Colbert during the assassinations, has earned physical beatings at the hands and powers of his father, but still he had faith there is something in Magneto he can find. He doesn't yet understand that he is only losing himself. SAMPLE RP POST: The wind that came in a black and silver blur in the night moved too quickly to set off the alarms. As soon as they registered the presence of something, someone who was no longer invited here, the figure was gone. Those that worked on a motion sensor were quickly disabled, by nimble fingers that moved with impossible precision, those that worked on a visual captured only a blur, those that worked by pressure were tapped with such a fleeting motion they did not move at all. Over the gate in a bound of momentum, streaking a white wake across the graveled drive, slipping through the front door, spiraling up the flights of stairs... And, coming to a halt before Avery's room. Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver, son of Magneto, wanted terrorist, Avery's love. This was their two year anniversary, and Pietro would not miss it. He would not linger long here, so as not to get her in trouble, but no, he would not have her think that he had forgotten, that he had forgotten her. Pressing his hand to the door, he wanted to wake her up, he wanted to sweep into the room, wanted to take her into his arms, wanted to marry her right then and there and damn his duty, damn the consequences of what he was now, damn everything but him and her and... and pray to God that there would be a world for them, a life where they could raise their children. They needed no others. No Brotherhood, no X-Men, only each other, and those they loved around them. Could they not form their own caravan and hide away from the world where this all, this evil and hate and fear, could not touch them? How he wanted that more than anything at this moment, as he stood outside the room of his love, the only woman he had ever been with, the only one who made him want to be a better person, the only one who brought him to his knees with passion... and as he stood, imagining he could smell the scent of her, he pretended it was the smell of pears, but he knew that at this moment, there would be nothing but rain, Pietro remembered every inch of her, every nuance of her voice, her touch, her movements, and though he stood at her room for exactly 9 seconds, before he left again, it was an eternity. And that was the gift of his powers. He had the time to pause and do what he needed to do, so that she would know that her Pietro still pledged himself to her, that he would someday be able to come home, safely, and with pride and contentment. Someday he would be a man of honor again, and only then would he be able to be her husband, the father of her children. Only when his work was done would he be able to simply be himself. In those nine seconds, he knelt, and placed beside her door, a collection of flowers, but not those that grew in the earth, but in the water, plucked from a place he could not yet tell anyone about, not yet. These plants were not the flower like animals that dwelt beneath the ocean, but flowering seagrass, turtle grass and hydrophytes. The plants were delicate and brightly colored, ringed with an arrangement of coral at the bottom of the sealed tank he had carried them in. The water inside was salt and she would be able to remove the seal and could possibly even put a fish in there if she was so inclined. At any rate, the plants were unusual and perhaps only she would know how to keep them alive. She would know where he was, perhaps by this gift, what he was doing. It might jeopardize everything. But not yet. Without seeing her, because seeing would make his resolve weaken, Pietro bent and pressed his lips to the small bronzed name plate on her door, kissing her in proxy. Then, he was gone, completely, not a trace of him left behind. He was half a state away before the front door ever closed. But he had remembered their anniversary. |
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