Name: Cosmo
Alias: Dog
Age: Unrevealed
Powers/Skills: High-level telepath that includes a number of powers like Telekinesis, Telepathy, Telepathic Defense, Telepathic Cloak, Psionic Shield, Telepathic Illusions, Telepathic Camouflage, Telepathic Manipulation, Mind Control, Mental Paralysis, Mental Amnesia, Mental Sedating, Psionic Blast, Mental Detection, and Extended Longevity.
Weaknesses: As powerful as Cosmo is with his mind, his canine instinctual tendencies can still get the best of him.
Personality: He's a good-natured Labrador Retriever with a heart of gold. His telepathic voice speaks in English with a heavy Russian accent. Cosmo is eager to protect those in need of help - especially humans. He is fully aware of his identity as a talking dog and chooses to embrace it by making jokes about himself.
BRIEF Bio: Cosmo originally came from the Soviet Union of Earth as a test animal for the Russian space program. He was launched into orbit and somehow drifted off into space until he reached Knowhere, a severed Celestial head that served as an interdimensional crossroads for all spacefarers. The Labrador Retriever was eventually caught by the Collector. He was forced to become a living exhibit in his museum until an explosion caused by an infinity stone set him free. Cosmo eventually became Knowhere's chief of security, using his powers to police the endless stream of aliens that frequent his newfound home.
Sample Post: “You have seen end of universe, and met space zombies, and talkink dog is what freaks you out? Bozshe moi.“ He flashed a smile, panting with his tongue out. The female Kree succumbed to his charm and knelt down beside him.
"Not freaked out, just surprised." She ran her fingers through Cosmo's yellow brown fur, then started scratching behind his ears. "You run security here?"
Cosmo was caught in momentary bliss. When she asked her question again, he stepped back and shook his body until his fur felt right where it should be. "Da, of course. Why ask? You havink a problem?"
Her dark grey eyes scanned the area then back at the spacedog. "Well, yes. I do have a problem. It's you." When Cosmo felt her put a laser pistol up to his skull, he rolled his eyes.
"Bozshe moi. Part of me wanted to believe you wouldn't be doink this. You've kindness inside. Too bad."
The Kree frowned. "You knew this was going to happen?"
The Labrador Retriever's kind eyes flashed into a lightning blue haze. "Pretty Kree girl, yes, but not smart Kree girl."
Before she could register what was happening, Cosmo had already been using telekinesis on her. She jolted into awkward positions until she lost grip of her weapon. Cosmo grabbed the pistol with his mind, then quickly took it apart, piece-by-piece. The Kree girl's eyes widened as the little parts that made up her gun were now hovering all around her. "What the...what the hell are you?"
Cosmo sent her flying across the room with an indifferent look on his face. "Bored."