Zephyr quickly shifted to the side to avoid being hit by a vine only to feel the sting against the back of his head from another one. He groaned. But Zensei was still trapped, which was good. With a sharp movement of his hands he brought more vines up around the pixie and against the wall, securing the bonds. He walked to the pixie, a sharp-toothed grin on his face, and stopped a safe, but short distance away. "I'm sure if you formally yield we'll be able to walk out of here right now. What say you?" if the pixie yielded, that would be that. A short, challenging fight, although he would never admit that to anyone. If he somehow managed to get free, Zephyr would be deeply impressed. To prepare for the possibility he stepped back and grew two large plants that were rather similar to Venus Flytraps. If they caught the tiny creature he'd have no choice but to yield quickly before they started to digest him.
Grant grinned at Jareth's reaction, laughing. "I can jingle those jimmies any day," he said with a wink. "And it isn't just my looks. I have a winning personality, try not to feel jealous," Grant smirked. "Fine, I'll keep my shirt till we get to the beach in case I get attacks by girls soon as I step out." With that, he shrugged his tank on, and snatched the bottle from Hunter's hand. "Dude, you lightweight, keep your balance," he laughed, turning around and going to his room. He emerged a minute later with his phone in a pocket, his wallet, a towel, and shades on his head.
"Okay, now I'm ready. And since Mr. Foodie here is desperate for a meal, I guess we'll head to the restaurant first. Jar, you ready?" He glanced at his friend, who had probably come prepared for the beach. "All right, let's get going." He whooped, heading to the door of the condo and picking up the Jack Daniels on the way.
Affiliation: S.H.I.E.L.D (And the Avengers in the future?)
Character Origin and Backstory:
Pietro and his twin sister Wanda were born to Sokovian business moguls Gregor and Daria Maximoff under stressful circumstances. Their delivery, due to mistakes on the doctor's part, led to their lives being in critical danger when they were just hours old. Renowned surgeon and scientist Von Strucker approached them shortly before the babies were expected to die, offering a miracle solution in return for an undisclosed sum of money (rest assured, it was ridiculously large) and custody of the children should anything happen to the Maximoffs. Daria was suspicious and reluctant, but the urgency of the situation made the couple capitulate and the children's lives were saved.
Up until the age of eleven, the twins had a happy, healthy and luxurious life. Pietro was an inquisitive boy, interested in tinkering and taking things apart. He worked on small robots and programming, having access to the knowledge of world class researchers and developers in the related fields. Wanda was his protector, sharper and intimidating even at a younger age, and already priming herself for the rule of their parents empire once she was eighteen. The only person who received her softer side was her beloved Pietro. The two of them were closer than anything, and it was to each other they clung at their father's funeral. Doctors had declared his death to be due to heart failure, but after his passing, their mother became paranoid. Giving up temporary control of their business, she went into hiding with the children. They lived in a small cabin deep within the Sokovian forest until one day, about a year later, she died of pneumonia.
Shortly after, the children met Von Strucker. He introduced himself as a distant uncle, estranged from their mother but eager to take care of his beloved sister's children. However, the fact that their meeting took place after they had been snatched from their cabin in the dead of night did little to inspire trust. For years, Von Strucker took relatively good care of them, but their loyalty remained exclusive to each other. From the age of fifteen, Von Strucker started doing certain medical tests on them. When they turned seventeen, the nightmare began. They were subjected to awful and excruciating experiments that left them mentally scarred over the course of six months. At the end, they had barely survived. Pietro discovered his super speed, but Wanda was left comatose for months afterward.He recuperated while she remained unconscious, and in that time his anger and hatred of Von Strucker grew. Once he was in good physical shape, he was put through all sorts of tests by Von Strucker to determine the extent and nature of his abilities. Many were gruelling, but nothing compared to what had made him. To this day, Pietro is even mildly grateful for the tests, as they were how he discovered most of his skills. Wanda woke up some months later to find their roles reversed. Irreversibly physically weakened by her transformation,Pietro was now her protector. One night, after particularly painful tests had been conducted on Wanda, Pietro killed Von Strucker and the two of them escaped from his lair. Not so much a lair as a grand castle in the mountains where none ventured, but the name remains nonetheless.
Wanda intended to take over their parents' company, but all records of their existence had been destroyed and there was no proof with which she could do so. Instead, the two of them moved to New York. Pietro committed minor crimes in the name of making a living for him and his sister, but the unusual nature of the crimes brought them to the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., who contacted them in much the same way Von Strucker did. In return for a comfortable living and the kind of clothing that could stand up to Pietro's stop speeds, they performed peacekeeping duties for shield under the names of Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch. They usually worked together, but on the only occasion they didn't, Wanda was killed on duty in Asia. Pietro, distraught and furious, blamed S.H.I.E.L.D. for their negligence and severed ties with them. He's still on their radar, and has reverted back to his mildly criminal life after tracking down the killers of his sister and eliminating them. Right now, he's a man without a mission. He lives in an unofficially unoccupied penthouse, where he works on his technical pursuits, and occasionally his sexual ones as well. Rarely, though.
Abilities: Pietro moves and thinks multiple times faster than any human. Currently he moves about five times faster than the speed of sound at his top speed. Experiments he's conducted on himself have enabled him to resist effects of friction, oxygen deprivation, and sudden impacts at high speeds. This also means that he's stronger and far more resistant that the average human. Time seems to go much more slowly for him, resulting in extremely quick reflexes and his impatient and abrasive personality. At high speeds, it even seems to stop, affording him immense advantages in his fights. Although not gifted, he's a highly competent programmer, and has made himself an expert on genetics and physics.
Story Arc 1: Eventually goes back into active service with S.H.I.E.L.D, but discovers that his abilities are deteriorating and taking him with them. Becomes a sort of quest to stay alive, with or without his powers.
Story Arc 2: Decides that Wanda would have wanted more for him, tries to become a hero. Here he would be a possible founder of the Avengers, trying to save the world from evil in general with his sister as a motive.
Story Arc 3: Pursuing his scientific side more, he comes up with an efficient way to reverse DNA damage and restore it. Deciding that heroes are more curse than cure, he takes it upon himself to get rid of the worst offenders. Targets include the Hulk and Spider-Man.
Sample Post: Pietro stood in front of the flat screen TV, watching part of New York City be destroyed by Bruce Banner. Or the Hulk, more accurately, although he didn't see much point in distinguishing between the two. He'd considered for a moment going to join the two figures who had eventually managed to subdue him, although his motivation was just the desire for a fight. He could hear Wanda telling him to do something with himself, anything other than what he was currently doing, which was nothing. He didn't need to work to keep his luxurious penthouse- S.H.I.E.L.D. had that covered, electricity bills, damages and all. He had no desire to stop old ladies being mugged or to carry out missions as he once had. No, it was much easier to do nothing. Staring at the TV, he recognized Loki, but didn't understand presence the feminine Thor or the small Hispanic girl who fought with her. To focus on them, they seemed rather heroic, but all Pietro could notice was the destruction that only worsened as the woman Thor focused her attentions on Loki with a look of fury. He hit his forehead in disbelief as they crashed into an office building. People were most likely in there, not that concern had been shown.
Sighing, he turned the TV off and turned to face the rest of his cluttered apartment. Surfaces. Surfaces everywhere. He had desks nearly everywhere, with different computers on each and papers nearly drowning them. He'd gotten rid of the bed in his room months ago, needing space for yet another table and another computer. He'd set up a holographic one in the second living room, and connected it to all the others. Some of the computers had work that was months old, and as such, obsolete and completely wrong.
Other: I can't add pictures at the moment because internet issues but for appearance reference Quicksilver from Avengers: Age of Ultron.
Grant looked at Jareth as he took the champagne bottle from Hunter. He considered the offer, eyeing the bottle. He was always careful not to get drunk- he knew what could happen if he did, and he didn't want a potential employer ever seeing him that way... He shut his eyes tight as he imagined Adelisa telling him that there he went again, worrying about appearances. "What the hell. Give me the Veuve whatever, I'm about to get shitfaced." He grinned, standing and taking the bottle. He took a long swig from it, passing it back to Hunter. He headed to the fridge, peering inside. "There's gotta be something stronger in here.." He muttered, coming back up with a Jack Daniels in hand. "Got it!" Grant looked at the pair. "So, beach first?" He asked.
He looked down at his attire. He hadn't really dressed for the beach, wearing his favourite casual wear of black tee and jeans. "Alright, gimme a sec to change." He picked up his suitcase from by the door and walked into the last vacant room. He gave a low whistle as he looked around. He really was getting what he paid for, from his room he had a great view of the beach and a door to a spacious looking balcony. The king sized bed sat opposite a flat screen TV, a grand oak wardrobe, and another, smaller, mini fridge. He changed quickly into white short and picked out a red tank but didn't put it on before walking back out. "Guys, no shirt: Yeah or no?" He asked, grinning.
@Sep Thanks, the rest of the first post kinda points him towards the whole reversing genetic damage thing, but I want to leave a little space for the Avengers option as well so
Branden squinted as she came up on the surface. Was the sun always that bright? She shielded her eyes with her hand and waited to adjust. Everything was so clear and fresh up here. Coming up always reminded her that the air wasn't supposed to smell of feet and sweat and refuse. She stepped into the crowd of people on the streets, blending in seamlessly. She navigated the crushing mass with ease, slipping into the small gaps in the crowd. No one noticed her, everyone glued to their devices. She spotted someone using the new ChatNGo app and scoffed. What was the use talking to people you couldn't see? And you definitely couldn't do business with strangers. They were the quickest to scam you.
She saw someone who wasn't on their phone though, and frowned. What was he holding? A book? She'd never seen one of those for real before. She grinned. I knew coming up was a good idea. She stepped out of the crowd when he fell out, and found herself in a gritty alleyway. The man was sitting down now, holding a pen and writing. She stood and watched him for a while, curious.
"Everything is different... I suppose that's all I can say."
"Everything's different how? The city's been like this as long as I can remember." She said, tilting her head to the side in interest. She glanced at her watch as a ping came up. Another offer of a deal. She'd deal with it later. Right now, her focus was on this strange man who wrote in a book and not typed into a phone. Books were obsolete now.
[s]Hi my name is[/s]
[s]Yeah, I go by[/s]
[s]I'm totally open to roleplaying[/s]
Adore me. I'm cool.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-s">Hi my name is</span><br><span class="bb-s">Yeah, I go by</span><br><span class="bb-s">I'm totally open to roleplaying</span><br>Adore me. I'm cool.</div>
