Post by piotr on Oct 9, 2005 12:51:32 GMT -4
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Name: Piotr (Peter) Nikolievitch Rasputin
Codename: Colossus
Age: 21 years old
Detailed Description of Powers:
Colossus' cells are composed of a special carbon-polymer, granting him slightly higher than average muscle mass. By releasing a charge of bio-energy through these cells, his entire body transforms into an organic metallic substance that, while it shares many traits with high carbon steel and osmium, is astonishingly light. In his armored form, Colossus has superhuman strength (easily capable of pressing tens of tons, running at surprisingly high speeds, and jumping great distances), high resistance to damage (capable of surviving head on train wrecks, Howitzer shells, rusting, and extremes of temperature), and endurance (allowing him to push himself at optimal levels for days at a time). Also, Colossus does not need to eat or breathe while armored, though it isn't known if he can survive in a total vacuum for long.
Originally from: Lake Baikal, Russia.
Known Family:
Nicolai (father)
Alexandra (mother)
Mikhail (elder brother)
Illyana (younger sister)
Physical Description:
Weight: 230 lbs. 500 lbs when armored.
Height: 6' 6" tall. 7' flat when armored.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Blue. Silver when armored.
Build: Tall and husky, with broad shoulders and defined muscles. Well tanned skin and powerful, square features.
Personality:
Piotr is compassionate in excess. He believes in redemption and second chances for everyone. He is careful in his judgements, and he does not make his assumptions and impulses quickly known. However, he does have a darker side. Instead of releasing frustration, anger, and fear like normal people, Piotr bottles himself up. After some time, the pressure of this turmoil can cause him to snap in times of stress, with disastrous results in tandem with his mutant power. He strenuously dislikes talking about his problem, and even more-so when asked of his actions during these fits of rage.
Bio:
Piotr was born on the Ust-Ordynski Collective farm in southern Siberia, near Lake Baikal, where he worked for much of his young life in the fields with friends and family. His brother, Mikhail, became a Russian cosmonaut at some point. On the day he was expected home, soldiers arrived in his place, bringing word to Nicolai and Alexandra that their son had died in a launchpad fire. It was a devastating loss to the family, who was at that time expecting another child.
Her name was Illyana, the only daughter. With blond hair and and big, blue eyes, she was the closest thing to an angel Piotr had ever seen. Piotr discovered his mutant power by stopping a runaway tractor from killing his "Little Snowflake". Labeled a "wrecker" by some in the community, he was urged by his parents to leave the farm and the nation before he could be punished.
He went to the land of opportunity: America. Upon arriving in New York, he found he had no work. Farming was all he knew, and the northeastern U.S. is not the most agricultural region. "Luckily", he was enlisted by the Russian mafia as a hired hand: moving crates full of contraband and unwittingly threatening innocent people. For nearly two years, he followed the orders of arms dealers and cleaned up the messes of murderers.
On one occasion, he was even recruited into an illegal arena-style fight organization. There he unwillingly honed his hand to hand combative skills against other (primarily Russian) "metahumans" from his reality before it was shattered, such as Abomination, Darkstar, and even the deadly Omega Red, who called himself merely "Rossovich".
The only good that came of his time among the most corrupt of society was his eventual adoption of the English language. Though he had learned some English in Russia, his constant exposure to it in America taught him even more. Because he spent so much time among other Russians, Piotr still retained his thick accent, spoke very formally, and even used some simply Russian phrases while speaking English.
Not long ago, Piotr thought about reporting to the police. Troubled that he may go to the authorities about their operations, top dogs of the syndicate plotted the mutant's murder. However, the armored Colossus easily withstood the hitman's bullet, not to mention the ensuing firefight and explosion. Though he had escaped, there were men trapped inside. Guilty, horrible men, but men nonetheless. Piotr reentered the blaze, saving several native-Russian hirelings like himself before the fire department arrived.
Thinking that he would surely be blamed by the authorities for his part in the explosion (or worse, in the illegal arms that had caused it), he ran.
He spent a week wandering the streets, performing menial chores and feats for food or money, like moving furniture and bending metal bars on the street. Recently, Xavier's School for the Gifted and the "X-men" had become increasingly famous in the area, thanks to their involvement in several acts of heroism. The Russian sought refuge from the mob and the police within the school's walls.
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Original Application Version:
Name:
My name is Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin. If you find it difficult to pronounce, you may call me Peter. Or, if you need something broken or perhaps thrown, I like being called Colossus.
Age:
I am 21 years old by my recollection.
Detailed Description of Powers:
My flesh is apparently composed of some sort of exotic "carbon-polymer". This special type of cell allows me to naturally achieve slightly higher muscle mass when compared to average humans (though I must admit I have no great knowledge of this chemistry). Also, I can change myself into living metal by releasing a burst of bio-energy through my body, gifting me with the strength of a hundred men and the hide of many tanks. I've also noticed that in my armored form I never hunger or lose my breathe. Quite useful.
Originally from:
I was born near Lake Baikal, in Russia.
Known Family:
My father's name is Nicolai Rasputin XX. He wed my mother Alexandra who gave birth to myself, my elder brother, Mikhail, and my little sister, Illyana.
Physical Description:
I have been told that I weigh around 230 lbs and stand about 6 feet and 6 inches tall. However, when I coat myself in my armor, I have noticed at least a doubling of weight and several inches of extra height. I have black hair and blue eyes, however I cannot describe features well but on paper.
Personality:
Not to sound too particularly self-involved, but I think of myself as compassionate and careful. I try not to jump to judgement, and I keep my impulses inside of me. But, that is also my biggest problem. I keep everything negative inside me. Perhaps I am shy, perhaps I am afraid. Either way, I cannot release my anger, frustration, or inner turmoil like others. Instead, I cage it within my mind. At the end of day, someone ends up breaking that cage, and I find myself losing control over my bottled emotions, commonly not remembering.....not wanting to remember.....what I had done in my rage.
Bio:
I am not much of the writer, unfortunately, but I will try my best.
I was born on the Ust-Ordynski Collective farm of southern Siberia. There I worked in the fields with my friends and family. My older brother, Mikhail, became a cosmonaut some years ago. He died on one of his missions away from home, as the soldiers told us. Not long thereafter, my sister was born. I love Illyana so. My little snowflake she is. I'm sure you've heard how I rescued my sister from a runaway tractor with my mutant powers? As I had destroyed equipment, I was labeled as a "wrecker" by the soldiers. My family urged me to leave the country before I was punished. That is how I came to the United States.
In New York, I had no way to work. All I knew was farming, and no such work could be found in such a region. About 2 years ago, I was picked up by fellow Russians. They wished to pay me well for my services in their "work". I agreed, but later regretted. Their "jobs" involved threatening innocent people, collecting "taxes", and smuggling illegal items. For a year and half I toiled in their warehouses and on the streets. The leader of the group, whose name was never given to me, got the notion that I could be trouble to his organization.
Ah, but perhaps I'll go further into that later on. I only recently escaped from that life, and I hope to make a new one for myself here.
By the way, I have also found two biographies (strikingly similar) about a man much like myself. We even share the same name, but I do not know him. I have read of his adventures, and they seem quite exciting. Perhaps they are worth a read:
uncannyxmen.net/db/spotlight/showquestion.asp?faq=10&fldAuto=77&page=2
www.mutanthigh.com/colossus.html
Strange, da? As though I have lived two lives...
Name: Piotr (Peter) Nikolievitch Rasputin
Codename: Colossus
Age: 21 years old
Detailed Description of Powers:
Colossus' cells are composed of a special carbon-polymer, granting him slightly higher than average muscle mass. By releasing a charge of bio-energy through these cells, his entire body transforms into an organic metallic substance that, while it shares many traits with high carbon steel and osmium, is astonishingly light. In his armored form, Colossus has superhuman strength (easily capable of pressing tens of tons, running at surprisingly high speeds, and jumping great distances), high resistance to damage (capable of surviving head on train wrecks, Howitzer shells, rusting, and extremes of temperature), and endurance (allowing him to push himself at optimal levels for days at a time). Also, Colossus does not need to eat or breathe while armored, though it isn't known if he can survive in a total vacuum for long.
Originally from: Lake Baikal, Russia.
Known Family:
Nicolai (father)
Alexandra (mother)
Mikhail (elder brother)
Illyana (younger sister)
Physical Description:
Weight: 230 lbs. 500 lbs when armored.
Height: 6' 6" tall. 7' flat when armored.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Blue. Silver when armored.
Build: Tall and husky, with broad shoulders and defined muscles. Well tanned skin and powerful, square features.
Personality:
Piotr is compassionate in excess. He believes in redemption and second chances for everyone. He is careful in his judgements, and he does not make his assumptions and impulses quickly known. However, he does have a darker side. Instead of releasing frustration, anger, and fear like normal people, Piotr bottles himself up. After some time, the pressure of this turmoil can cause him to snap in times of stress, with disastrous results in tandem with his mutant power. He strenuously dislikes talking about his problem, and even more-so when asked of his actions during these fits of rage.
Bio:
Piotr was born on the Ust-Ordynski Collective farm in southern Siberia, near Lake Baikal, where he worked for much of his young life in the fields with friends and family. His brother, Mikhail, became a Russian cosmonaut at some point. On the day he was expected home, soldiers arrived in his place, bringing word to Nicolai and Alexandra that their son had died in a launchpad fire. It was a devastating loss to the family, who was at that time expecting another child.
Her name was Illyana, the only daughter. With blond hair and and big, blue eyes, she was the closest thing to an angel Piotr had ever seen. Piotr discovered his mutant power by stopping a runaway tractor from killing his "Little Snowflake". Labeled a "wrecker" by some in the community, he was urged by his parents to leave the farm and the nation before he could be punished.
He went to the land of opportunity: America. Upon arriving in New York, he found he had no work. Farming was all he knew, and the northeastern U.S. is not the most agricultural region. "Luckily", he was enlisted by the Russian mafia as a hired hand: moving crates full of contraband and unwittingly threatening innocent people. For nearly two years, he followed the orders of arms dealers and cleaned up the messes of murderers.
On one occasion, he was even recruited into an illegal arena-style fight organization. There he unwillingly honed his hand to hand combative skills against other (primarily Russian) "metahumans" from his reality before it was shattered, such as Abomination, Darkstar, and even the deadly Omega Red, who called himself merely "Rossovich".
The only good that came of his time among the most corrupt of society was his eventual adoption of the English language. Though he had learned some English in Russia, his constant exposure to it in America taught him even more. Because he spent so much time among other Russians, Piotr still retained his thick accent, spoke very formally, and even used some simply Russian phrases while speaking English.
Not long ago, Piotr thought about reporting to the police. Troubled that he may go to the authorities about their operations, top dogs of the syndicate plotted the mutant's murder. However, the armored Colossus easily withstood the hitman's bullet, not to mention the ensuing firefight and explosion. Though he had escaped, there were men trapped inside. Guilty, horrible men, but men nonetheless. Piotr reentered the blaze, saving several native-Russian hirelings like himself before the fire department arrived.
Thinking that he would surely be blamed by the authorities for his part in the explosion (or worse, in the illegal arms that had caused it), he ran.
He spent a week wandering the streets, performing menial chores and feats for food or money, like moving furniture and bending metal bars on the street. Recently, Xavier's School for the Gifted and the "X-men" had become increasingly famous in the area, thanks to their involvement in several acts of heroism. The Russian sought refuge from the mob and the police within the school's walls.
------------------------------------------------------------
Original Application Version:
Name:
My name is Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin. If you find it difficult to pronounce, you may call me Peter. Or, if you need something broken or perhaps thrown, I like being called Colossus.
Age:
I am 21 years old by my recollection.
Detailed Description of Powers:
My flesh is apparently composed of some sort of exotic "carbon-polymer". This special type of cell allows me to naturally achieve slightly higher muscle mass when compared to average humans (though I must admit I have no great knowledge of this chemistry). Also, I can change myself into living metal by releasing a burst of bio-energy through my body, gifting me with the strength of a hundred men and the hide of many tanks. I've also noticed that in my armored form I never hunger or lose my breathe. Quite useful.
Originally from:
I was born near Lake Baikal, in Russia.
Known Family:
My father's name is Nicolai Rasputin XX. He wed my mother Alexandra who gave birth to myself, my elder brother, Mikhail, and my little sister, Illyana.
Physical Description:
I have been told that I weigh around 230 lbs and stand about 6 feet and 6 inches tall. However, when I coat myself in my armor, I have noticed at least a doubling of weight and several inches of extra height. I have black hair and blue eyes, however I cannot describe features well but on paper.
Personality:
Not to sound too particularly self-involved, but I think of myself as compassionate and careful. I try not to jump to judgement, and I keep my impulses inside of me. But, that is also my biggest problem. I keep everything negative inside me. Perhaps I am shy, perhaps I am afraid. Either way, I cannot release my anger, frustration, or inner turmoil like others. Instead, I cage it within my mind. At the end of day, someone ends up breaking that cage, and I find myself losing control over my bottled emotions, commonly not remembering.....not wanting to remember.....what I had done in my rage.
Bio:
I am not much of the writer, unfortunately, but I will try my best.
I was born on the Ust-Ordynski Collective farm of southern Siberia. There I worked in the fields with my friends and family. My older brother, Mikhail, became a cosmonaut some years ago. He died on one of his missions away from home, as the soldiers told us. Not long thereafter, my sister was born. I love Illyana so. My little snowflake she is. I'm sure you've heard how I rescued my sister from a runaway tractor with my mutant powers? As I had destroyed equipment, I was labeled as a "wrecker" by the soldiers. My family urged me to leave the country before I was punished. That is how I came to the United States.
In New York, I had no way to work. All I knew was farming, and no such work could be found in such a region. About 2 years ago, I was picked up by fellow Russians. They wished to pay me well for my services in their "work". I agreed, but later regretted. Their "jobs" involved threatening innocent people, collecting "taxes", and smuggling illegal items. For a year and half I toiled in their warehouses and on the streets. The leader of the group, whose name was never given to me, got the notion that I could be trouble to his organization.
Ah, but perhaps I'll go further into that later on. I only recently escaped from that life, and I hope to make a new one for myself here.
By the way, I have also found two biographies (strikingly similar) about a man much like myself. We even share the same name, but I do not know him. I have read of his adventures, and they seem quite exciting. Perhaps they are worth a read:
uncannyxmen.net/db/spotlight/showquestion.asp?faq=10&fldAuto=77&page=2
www.mutanthigh.com/colossus.html
Strange, da? As though I have lived two lives...