Post by quicksilver on Jan 31, 2008 16:40:50 GMT -5
Basic Stats
Name: Pietro Maximoff
Codename: Quicksilver, Speed Demon, Pest
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Occupation: None
Place of Birth: Wundagore Mountain, Transia
Place of Residence: Queens, New York
Known Relatives: Erik Magnus Lehnsherr / Magneto (father), Magda Lehnsherr (mother, presumed deceased), Anya Lehnsherr (sister, deceased), Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (twin sister), Lorna Dane / Polaris (half sister), Django Maximoff (adoptive father, deceased), Marya Maximoff (adoptive mother, deceased)
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 6’
Weight: 175 lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: silver
Avatar: Jeremy Dufour
Abilities
Mutation: Quicksilver is was built for speed. He maybe by far the fastest mutant on Earth, moving up to the speeds at Mach 3. Being so fast his body has also compensated for this mutant gift he has received, he has enhanced durability that will allow him to take hard impacts and would prevent him from splattering against a wall from moving at such speeds.
Pietro also has demonstrated that he has fast reflexive abilities which makes him a hard target to hit and allows him to change in different directions quite easily. His body also needs to consume large amounts of food, because of a very hyper active metabolism. The need to feed is a part of what helps generate the ability to move so quickly.
Even though it would seem that Pietro was only given superhuman speed physically from his mutation, but he also is able to think at extremely fast levels, which can be a mix blessing. The strength from this is that Pietro can literally think faster than anyone who would dare oppose him, the flaw is in designed is that Pietro will make a quick decision and leap into it (refer to Son of M , Marvel Encyclopedia X-Men).
Skills: Being a member of the brotherhood, Magneto saw fit to train him in various skills that could be applied with his powers. Pietro is a trained field medic and computer hacker. As well he is trained in recon and tracking others, but those are skills are limited and would not compare to the likes of Wolverine in that category. Even though Pietro can be very rash, he is also a very intelligent man taking much after his father. He is extremely quick to learn and very adaptable.
Personality: Arrogant and self assured, Pietro sees himself as better then the world around him. As one of the Rom, he was an outcast and learnt to be proud of it, and as a mutant, he is outcast again. He feels his powers make him clearly superior to just about everybody else, just as everything else about him does. Most of the time, he is extremely frustrated with how slowly everything else other then him moves. This frustration makes him snappish and irritable, and the only person that he does not target with his scathing wit and caustic tongue is Wanda.
He is very vain about his appearance and the way he looks, and spends a lot of his subjective time primping while he is waiting for something else to happen. To Pietro’s mind, there is nothing and nobody quite as important, impressive, wonderful and amazing as Pietro Maximoff. The one exception to this rule is his twin sister.
Wanda is the true centre of his universe. He adores her, would do anything for her, and is patient with her when he has no patience for anyone else. While he can usually shrug off insults to himself with ease, insults offered to her make him very angry. He usually does what she says and suggests, and hates having her angry or displeased with him. She is the only person whose opinion he is actually worried about, considering everyone else barely worth his time and effort to even talk to. While he usually goes to great lengths to make sure he does not touch or is touched by other people, Wanda is the one person with whom he has no personal space boundaries. She is the one constant thing in his life, and he has no idea what he would do if he lost her.
History: The Heirs to a terrible legacy, Wanda and Pietro are the children to the man who would horrify the world as Magneto. The twins were impure relationship between Magneto and a human woman named Magda. When Magda came to realize what kind of man Magneto was and will be she decided on the birth of the twins to flee and hide the children so they would not inherit their father’s legacy. This was were destiny had begun. Magda went into the woods to die, while the two twins were set to be raised by their adoptive parents which would raise to the twins to believe that they were their real parents.
Their childhood years would be the best of times for the two. It was a tine that they both would look at and be truly happy. These were the years before their father, and before their mutation. The twins grew close and were hardly ever separated. When the two hit puberty Pietro learned and loved his amazing gift, the gift of superhuman speed. His sister was also given a gift which was far more dangerous than Pietro’s, the gift of probability and manipulation of energy.
Their adoptive father was one day caught stealing food in order to feed the family, and as an angry mob followed him home Pietro immediately took action and ran with his sister as fast as he could. Protecting her was all that mattered to him. Now the two had only each other and did what was necessary for them to survive. One night when the two were sleeping in an abandon house, Wanda’s power had accidentally caused a fire. This fire would lead a mob of people fearing the twins for what they were on an assault. Pietro desperately did everything he could to protect his sister from the mob by keeping them at bay, but it would seem that their savior would come, like an angel of salvation Magneto entered and destiny begun its next chapter in the tale.
It was there that the indebted twin began their lives as mutant terrorists. The lost family was reunited unknowingly. It would be later that Magneto would discover to the truth about their heritage and use that as a means of keeping the twins apart of his cause. It was then that Magneto could see how he could manipulate Pietro into his cause, from Pietro’s desire to win his father’s approval and love. Pietro had always hated working in the brotherhood, but he saw the need to protect mutant kind from the dangers of humanity.
Later the truth of Magneto would come into fold from the events of New York. Wanda pleaded to Pietro that if they had stayed on this path, it would surely twist them into hateful creature much like their father. Pietro still feeling duty bound and even obligated to his father denied and stayed as he watched his sister leave. It was the hardest night for him, to watch his other half of himself leave. Pietro helped ran smaller operations for the brotherhood and scouting for more recruits for Magneto’s cause during the events of Weapon X, but sadly Pietro was no Magneto and ran the Brotherhood with failure.
When Magneto had returned he was ashamed at what his heir had done to his legacy, taking control and emotionally abusing Pietro. Pietro even grew jealous at the new member of the fold named Pyro, who would become take his place at Magneto’s side. Seeing his son as of some use, during the events of the cure and Worthington Labs, Magneto had sent him off to run errands and establish another base if needed. After the events of New York Quicksilver has since gone both underground and awol. During this time he spent the majority of his time looking and tracking down his sister after being free from his father’s grasp. He finally tracked her down, she was a member of Xavier’s staff and she vouched for him when he asked to join them.
After the events in District X Pietro put his speed to work, running errands, carrying messages, helping where he could. His sarcastic, rude comments and persona were kept to himself and he was shaken badly by the incident. He has become Wanda’s shadow once again, hardly leaving her side unless it’s a necessity or she explicitly tells him to. The tenuous peace with the Brotherhood has Pietro on edge, he does not want to see his father, nor does he wish to work with or help the man. Pietro will hold a grudge against him for a long time to come. Wanda’s meetings with their father are frowned upon, but Pietro holds his tongue on the matter. His sister wants them to be one big happy family and he will not begrudge her, her delusions.
Quote: “No security system yet devised can keep me from where I desire to be.”
“I have to do something at an accelerated rate. Otherwise I'd be ordinary, and I'd probably want to kill myself.”
“It's so difficult being the best suited to handle any task at hand. Oh, the supreme responsibility of being so blasted versatile.”
Quirks: Pietro finds it very hard to stay still for a long period of time. While it appears that he has a shorter attention span then a chronically ADHD kid on a sugar high, his perception of events is moving so much faster that he gets bored in what appears to be a ridiculously short period of time.
When he’s near Wanda, he’s usually touching her. He often has his arm around her waist, a hand on her shoulder or is just standing very close to her. While it’s partially a protective instinct on his part, he also just feels better when he’s close to her.
Hobbies: Spending time with Wanda, looking after Wanda, mocking everybody who isn’t either Wanda or himself, preening, clothes shopping, showing off, running, everywhere, and reading.
Sample Post: Silence hung thick in the air, as did the salt from the ocean near the docks where the young man was standing. Said salt also gave a somewhat…thick and heavy feeling to the air, making breathing less appealing although it had to be done nonetheless. Now, if you were a sea dog, or just had an abnormal love for salt, then this would be rather nice for you. As with every breath he took, the young man could also swear he was becoming even closer to the lethal dose of sodium. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts of dying because of salt inhalation the young man moved forward and peered around the large crate he was currently “hiding” behind.
Cold, slate blue eyes pierced the darkness best they could, and he was rather thankful for the dim lights hanging over head. Leaning back the youth once again rested his back against the crate, carrying lord only knows what for lord knows where. It was a rather ominous setting this night, down by the docks that were so rarely used. The wood that made up the docks had holes in various places for those unsuspecting people to fall into the cold, salty depths below to meet whatever fate may find them. A large storage building was located in the center, and it appeared as if it had been abandoned and looked rather forlorn wishing to be repaired. Large wooden crates littered the ground around that building, and from their nicer state it was apparent that those crates had not been stationed where they were all that long.
Every now and then light would be provided, as a thick, old wooden light post would protrude from the wooden flooring of the docks. From one post to the other was a heavy wire, were there hung old, factory looking lights to shine on the ground below. Quite a few were broken, thanks to rocks and some rebellious youths being bored. Spray painted works of “art” were on random places, showing many things most would not find suitable for discussion anywhere. All of this was pulled together by the night itself… July was always hot here, but tonight the heat seemed palpable and tried to stick to you and suffocate those standing outside. Clouds covered the night sky, and thanks to the light from the practically unseen moon seemed to glow an eerie shade of gray. Small slivers of light shot through holes in the clouds here and there, casting a ghostly pale shade of white on the ground below. Wind rustled through lazily, whispering little secrets that went unheard as the melody of the air dimmed out to a very dull sounding hum. Waves crashed and rolled, wood creaked, and there were some grunts from those working the docks. Illegally. This was what could be considered a dreadfully hot and boring night, and the youth did count it as such.
Moaning inwardly he leaned heavier on the box, closing those slate blue eyes for only a few moments. Taking refuge in the thick black lashes that kept any salt from coming in and stinging his eyes for the moment. Though he was forced to open them only seconds later, that looked rather bored. Usually porcelain skin now looked flushed, covered with a think layer of sweat due to the heat of the night, and more than likely saltier than it should be with the humidity around the water. Hair hung rather limply, his bangs still pointing behind him, but no longer straight more of a downward curve. Running a hand through his silver locks, he tried to remedy this problem. Didn’t work very well. His attire was changed for the night as well. He still had on the same sneakers that were always on his feet, or at least identical ones since the rubber wore out too quickly, and the same faded blue jeans that fitted his form rather well… Hugging in places, and becoming baggier in others that made his form look even better. Though his torso was covered in a light blue t-shirt this day, and he usually never wore t-shirts. Stupid heat wave. A slightly grim smirk came onto his angular face as the signal was given, and he was off.
A sudden gust of wind broke the thick night air, and many yelps or gasps were heard next. Soon enough all the crates that he had previously been by were all arranged to box in the unfortunate workers, who were transporting a chemical and disc his father found rather important. Of course this boy was none other than Pietro Maximoff, or Quicksilver. And before any of the men even had a chance to pull out whatever weapons they carried all were searched and shoved down. Standing there before a blink of their eye could be finished with the haughty looking, silver haired teen, with a smirk on his face. In one hand he held the disc along with a tube of the chemical that had been in a briefcase one of the workers had.
“Thanks for your cooperation,” Pietro drawled, and before it even seemed he had raised his foot from the ground, he was off. Running, of course, back to the designated meeting place to discuss what had happened and perhaps receive praise? One can always hope, and that ‘s what he did. And within a second he was back in Bayville, running along the streets that were too familiar to him not even caring to really look for anyone. After all, who would really see him?
Player Information:[/u]
Name: Ash
Age: 19
Contact Information: YIM: Gold_Eyes_And_Sakura
Other Characters: Thinking about applying for Karolina Dean.
Name: Pietro Maximoff
Codename
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Occupation: None
Place of Birth: Wundagore Mountain, Transia
Place of Residence: Queens, New York
Known Relatives: Erik Magnus Lehnsherr / Magneto (father), Magda Lehnsherr (mother, presumed deceased), Anya Lehnsherr (sister, deceased), Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (twin sister), Lorna Dane / Polaris (half sister), Django Maximoff (adoptive father, deceased), Marya Maximoff (adoptive mother, deceased)
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 6’
Weight: 175 lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: silver
Avatar: Jeremy Dufour
Abilities
Mutation: Quicksilver is was built for speed. He maybe by far the fastest mutant on Earth, moving up to the speeds at Mach 3. Being so fast his body has also compensated for this mutant gift he has received, he has enhanced durability that will allow him to take hard impacts and would prevent him from splattering against a wall from moving at such speeds.
Pietro also has demonstrated that he has fast reflexive abilities which makes him a hard target to hit and allows him to change in different directions quite easily. His body also needs to consume large amounts of food, because of a very hyper active metabolism. The need to feed is a part of what helps generate the ability to move so quickly.
Even though it would seem that Pietro was only given superhuman speed physically from his mutation, but he also is able to think at extremely fast levels, which can be a mix blessing. The strength from this is that Pietro can literally think faster than anyone who would dare oppose him, the flaw is in designed is that Pietro will make a quick decision and leap into it (refer to Son of M , Marvel Encyclopedia X-Men).
Skills: Being a member of the brotherhood, Magneto saw fit to train him in various skills that could be applied with his powers. Pietro is a trained field medic and computer hacker. As well he is trained in recon and tracking others, but those are skills are limited and would not compare to the likes of Wolverine in that category. Even though Pietro can be very rash, he is also a very intelligent man taking much after his father. He is extremely quick to learn and very adaptable.
Personality: Arrogant and self assured, Pietro sees himself as better then the world around him. As one of the Rom, he was an outcast and learnt to be proud of it, and as a mutant, he is outcast again. He feels his powers make him clearly superior to just about everybody else, just as everything else about him does. Most of the time, he is extremely frustrated with how slowly everything else other then him moves. This frustration makes him snappish and irritable, and the only person that he does not target with his scathing wit and caustic tongue is Wanda.
He is very vain about his appearance and the way he looks, and spends a lot of his subjective time primping while he is waiting for something else to happen. To Pietro’s mind, there is nothing and nobody quite as important, impressive, wonderful and amazing as Pietro Maximoff. The one exception to this rule is his twin sister.
Wanda is the true centre of his universe. He adores her, would do anything for her, and is patient with her when he has no patience for anyone else. While he can usually shrug off insults to himself with ease, insults offered to her make him very angry. He usually does what she says and suggests, and hates having her angry or displeased with him. She is the only person whose opinion he is actually worried about, considering everyone else barely worth his time and effort to even talk to. While he usually goes to great lengths to make sure he does not touch or is touched by other people, Wanda is the one person with whom he has no personal space boundaries. She is the one constant thing in his life, and he has no idea what he would do if he lost her.
History: The Heirs to a terrible legacy, Wanda and Pietro are the children to the man who would horrify the world as Magneto. The twins were impure relationship between Magneto and a human woman named Magda. When Magda came to realize what kind of man Magneto was and will be she decided on the birth of the twins to flee and hide the children so they would not inherit their father’s legacy. This was were destiny had begun. Magda went into the woods to die, while the two twins were set to be raised by their adoptive parents which would raise to the twins to believe that they were their real parents.
Their childhood years would be the best of times for the two. It was a tine that they both would look at and be truly happy. These were the years before their father, and before their mutation. The twins grew close and were hardly ever separated. When the two hit puberty Pietro learned and loved his amazing gift, the gift of superhuman speed. His sister was also given a gift which was far more dangerous than Pietro’s, the gift of probability and manipulation of energy.
Their adoptive father was one day caught stealing food in order to feed the family, and as an angry mob followed him home Pietro immediately took action and ran with his sister as fast as he could. Protecting her was all that mattered to him. Now the two had only each other and did what was necessary for them to survive. One night when the two were sleeping in an abandon house, Wanda’s power had accidentally caused a fire. This fire would lead a mob of people fearing the twins for what they were on an assault. Pietro desperately did everything he could to protect his sister from the mob by keeping them at bay, but it would seem that their savior would come, like an angel of salvation Magneto entered and destiny begun its next chapter in the tale.
It was there that the indebted twin began their lives as mutant terrorists. The lost family was reunited unknowingly. It would be later that Magneto would discover to the truth about their heritage and use that as a means of keeping the twins apart of his cause. It was then that Magneto could see how he could manipulate Pietro into his cause, from Pietro’s desire to win his father’s approval and love. Pietro had always hated working in the brotherhood, but he saw the need to protect mutant kind from the dangers of humanity.
Later the truth of Magneto would come into fold from the events of New York. Wanda pleaded to Pietro that if they had stayed on this path, it would surely twist them into hateful creature much like their father. Pietro still feeling duty bound and even obligated to his father denied and stayed as he watched his sister leave. It was the hardest night for him, to watch his other half of himself leave. Pietro helped ran smaller operations for the brotherhood and scouting for more recruits for Magneto’s cause during the events of Weapon X, but sadly Pietro was no Magneto and ran the Brotherhood with failure.
When Magneto had returned he was ashamed at what his heir had done to his legacy, taking control and emotionally abusing Pietro. Pietro even grew jealous at the new member of the fold named Pyro, who would become take his place at Magneto’s side. Seeing his son as of some use, during the events of the cure and Worthington Labs, Magneto had sent him off to run errands and establish another base if needed. After the events of New York Quicksilver has since gone both underground and awol. During this time he spent the majority of his time looking and tracking down his sister after being free from his father’s grasp. He finally tracked her down, she was a member of Xavier’s staff and she vouched for him when he asked to join them.
After the events in District X Pietro put his speed to work, running errands, carrying messages, helping where he could. His sarcastic, rude comments and persona were kept to himself and he was shaken badly by the incident. He has become Wanda’s shadow once again, hardly leaving her side unless it’s a necessity or she explicitly tells him to. The tenuous peace with the Brotherhood has Pietro on edge, he does not want to see his father, nor does he wish to work with or help the man. Pietro will hold a grudge against him for a long time to come. Wanda’s meetings with their father are frowned upon, but Pietro holds his tongue on the matter. His sister wants them to be one big happy family and he will not begrudge her, her delusions.
Quote: “No security system yet devised can keep me from where I desire to be.”
“I have to do something at an accelerated rate. Otherwise I'd be ordinary, and I'd probably want to kill myself.”
“It's so difficult being the best suited to handle any task at hand. Oh, the supreme responsibility of being so blasted versatile.”
Quirks: Pietro finds it very hard to stay still for a long period of time. While it appears that he has a shorter attention span then a chronically ADHD kid on a sugar high, his perception of events is moving so much faster that he gets bored in what appears to be a ridiculously short period of time.
When he’s near Wanda, he’s usually touching her. He often has his arm around her waist, a hand on her shoulder or is just standing very close to her. While it’s partially a protective instinct on his part, he also just feels better when he’s close to her.
Hobbies: Spending time with Wanda, looking after Wanda, mocking everybody who isn’t either Wanda or himself, preening, clothes shopping, showing off, running, everywhere, and reading.
Sample Post: Silence hung thick in the air, as did the salt from the ocean near the docks where the young man was standing. Said salt also gave a somewhat…thick and heavy feeling to the air, making breathing less appealing although it had to be done nonetheless. Now, if you were a sea dog, or just had an abnormal love for salt, then this would be rather nice for you. As with every breath he took, the young man could also swear he was becoming even closer to the lethal dose of sodium. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts of dying because of salt inhalation the young man moved forward and peered around the large crate he was currently “hiding” behind.
Cold, slate blue eyes pierced the darkness best they could, and he was rather thankful for the dim lights hanging over head. Leaning back the youth once again rested his back against the crate, carrying lord only knows what for lord knows where. It was a rather ominous setting this night, down by the docks that were so rarely used. The wood that made up the docks had holes in various places for those unsuspecting people to fall into the cold, salty depths below to meet whatever fate may find them. A large storage building was located in the center, and it appeared as if it had been abandoned and looked rather forlorn wishing to be repaired. Large wooden crates littered the ground around that building, and from their nicer state it was apparent that those crates had not been stationed where they were all that long.
Every now and then light would be provided, as a thick, old wooden light post would protrude from the wooden flooring of the docks. From one post to the other was a heavy wire, were there hung old, factory looking lights to shine on the ground below. Quite a few were broken, thanks to rocks and some rebellious youths being bored. Spray painted works of “art” were on random places, showing many things most would not find suitable for discussion anywhere. All of this was pulled together by the night itself… July was always hot here, but tonight the heat seemed palpable and tried to stick to you and suffocate those standing outside. Clouds covered the night sky, and thanks to the light from the practically unseen moon seemed to glow an eerie shade of gray. Small slivers of light shot through holes in the clouds here and there, casting a ghostly pale shade of white on the ground below. Wind rustled through lazily, whispering little secrets that went unheard as the melody of the air dimmed out to a very dull sounding hum. Waves crashed and rolled, wood creaked, and there were some grunts from those working the docks. Illegally. This was what could be considered a dreadfully hot and boring night, and the youth did count it as such.
Moaning inwardly he leaned heavier on the box, closing those slate blue eyes for only a few moments. Taking refuge in the thick black lashes that kept any salt from coming in and stinging his eyes for the moment. Though he was forced to open them only seconds later, that looked rather bored. Usually porcelain skin now looked flushed, covered with a think layer of sweat due to the heat of the night, and more than likely saltier than it should be with the humidity around the water. Hair hung rather limply, his bangs still pointing behind him, but no longer straight more of a downward curve. Running a hand through his silver locks, he tried to remedy this problem. Didn’t work very well. His attire was changed for the night as well. He still had on the same sneakers that were always on his feet, or at least identical ones since the rubber wore out too quickly, and the same faded blue jeans that fitted his form rather well… Hugging in places, and becoming baggier in others that made his form look even better. Though his torso was covered in a light blue t-shirt this day, and he usually never wore t-shirts. Stupid heat wave. A slightly grim smirk came onto his angular face as the signal was given, and he was off.
A sudden gust of wind broke the thick night air, and many yelps or gasps were heard next. Soon enough all the crates that he had previously been by were all arranged to box in the unfortunate workers, who were transporting a chemical and disc his father found rather important. Of course this boy was none other than Pietro Maximoff, or Quicksilver. And before any of the men even had a chance to pull out whatever weapons they carried all were searched and shoved down. Standing there before a blink of their eye could be finished with the haughty looking, silver haired teen, with a smirk on his face. In one hand he held the disc along with a tube of the chemical that had been in a briefcase one of the workers had.
“Thanks for your cooperation,” Pietro drawled, and before it even seemed he had raised his foot from the ground, he was off. Running, of course, back to the designated meeting place to discuss what had happened and perhaps receive praise? One can always hope, and that ‘s what he did. And within a second he was back in Bayville, running along the streets that were too familiar to him not even caring to really look for anyone. After all, who would really see him?
Player Information:[/u]
Name: Ash
Age: 19
Contact Information: YIM: Gold_Eyes_And_Sakura
Other Characters: Thinking about applying for Karolina Dean.