Pietro Maximoff May 9, 2015 3:27:13 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 3:27:13 GMT
NAME: Pietro Maximoff
OCCUPATION: HYDRA Experiment
MEMBER GROUP: Mutants
POWERS AND ABILITIES:
SPEED AND SPEED PHYSIOLOGY: Quicksilver is capable of running up to at least Mach 4 speeds, but his true maximum speed is unknown. It is said that the maximum speeds he has reached was Mach 10, and that he has the potential of reaching near-light speeds if he pushes himself that far. The peculiarity of his powers is that the speed isn't just about his movements. Everything about Pietro Maximoff seems to run at high speeds. His body, his cells, his metabolism, his brain, even his thoughts. His body has to be adapted to withstand the effort of moving at such speeds. His metabolism is so fast that he doesn't get tired when moving, but it also means he is often hungry and in need to replenish his body energy. His tendons are as strong as steel, his bones are more resistant than normal human bones so they can be able to hold the impact of his feet on the ground. His reaction speeds are several times those of a human, so that he can actually dodge bullets or pluck arrows out of thin air before they reach their target. His eyes are also enhanced so that he can see clearly even when running at the top of his speeds.
Using his powers, Quicksilver can move so fast in circles and move enough mass of air to create small cyclones that can knock a man to his feet. He can vibrate an object in order to break it by moving his hands fast enough, outrun bullets and arrows, walk up a vertical surface without falling due to the lack of time that his movements allow gravity to do its work. He's able to walk on water by barely touching the surface, enough to just give him the impulse needed to keep on moving. He's been known to walk across the Atlantic Ocean without having to stop. Due to the strength needed to be able to withstand the speeds he reaches, his legs possess superhuman strength, being able to press 1 ton.
If he cannot run, most of his powers are neutralized. For example, a bullet wound to the knee would keep him out of order for a long time until he healed – because Pietro doesn’t have any enhanced healing and would have to go to the normal human healing process. His impulsiveness sometimes makes him make bad decisions, although recently he has been able to counteract that fact with a lot of self-control, since he became the leader of Magneto’s Brotherhood. He is human, and can be killed as normal humans, as long as he can be caught, of course.
PLAYBY: Aaron Taylor-Johnson
PLAYER NAME: Betsy
OTHER CHARACTERS: James Barnes, Vision
"Come on. Come on... comeondon'tyouseeI'mherewaitingbloodyhell".
Those words. Is there anything more irritating than those two words? I don't think so. But then again if you do think so, you won't see me caring much about it. In fact, I don't really care much about you or who you think you are or...
"Mr. Maximoff... This is a therapy session."
"I know that. Hello. Do you think I'm dumb. Do I look stupid to you? You're a shrink. And apparently someone must think I'm in need of this... Isn't it enough all they've done to us?"
"Actually. Mr Maximoff, I was just curious to know about you. You seem to have an interesting..."
"Story. Yes. Interesting? I wouldn't put it quite that way.
"Then specify, Mr. Maximoff."
A pause. It's not that I got a lack of words. Words never lack me, they're always running a thousand miles inside my brain, never stopping, always running. You don't understand what it is like to be me. You never will. I wanted to say that, I wanted to tell her so much. But...
She seemed to look at me as if she expected me to explain. And well, she was trying to undo the damage they did. I'm sure she thought she could. Wasn't it what they did?
"We're not ending the session here, Mr. Maximoff... "
"Of course we can. Then you can return to the hospital and they will believe you insane, because you aren't allowing me to analyze you properly."
"Tell me the hospital's paying for this damn thing."
"Fine." I crossed my arms and decided to finally lay back on the couch, though my feet was still tapping the floor in a constant rhythm that was most likely bound to drive her insane. I partially hoped it did.
"So you want to know my life. Why, doctor? Why is it so important to you? Why do you even care? Is HYDRA trying to get a hold of me again? Are they trying to make you sound nice only to get us again? Well, guess what, doctor. It won’t work. The only reason why I’m even being nice at this point in time is to protect Wanda. So now, if you excuse me..."
And just like that, in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but a gust of wind behind as I moved, I was gone. Running, running, running because there was nothing left for me to do. I don't remember how far I ran, I don't remember for how long. When I looked around, all I could see was a vast land of white. Snow, only snow. Maybe I had run all the way to Alaska and didn't even notice it. Who cared about therapy. The world was about to crash down on us. Could it be that my father was right, all along? But as I sat there, my mind was going elsewhere. To the one place that was still safe.
There was a lot of green around us. Yet when it was winter, it could be rather cold. Mother and Father tried their best to provide us the best life they could but times were harsh. In Sokovia, a country lost in the middle of Europe, we were just gypsies, wandering the land and taking life one day at a time. She was a beauty from a very young age and I had taken to protect her and love her because in the end, we would have no one else. Maybe it was almost some sort of premonition, but one I wish I didn't have.
We were children, happy children, as much as we could be, but back then, I realize it now, we were quite happy. Father didn't manage to find a job, perhaps because even back then, people were judgmental. Of race, origins, color of their skin, whatever. He had to steal or watch his family starve so he did what any father would have done. I didn't blame him for it. I knew he was doing that just because he had no other choice.
Her voice was always so soothing and if there were anything that managed to calm my always-speeding mind down, it was my sister's voice. We were twins, born from the same womb at the same time, or well, I was a few minutes older and therefore I was meant to protect her and make sure she wouldn't be harmed.
I remembered her cries for help and I remember not thinking twice before speeding up to her. A mortar had fallen on our home, killing our parents and destroying part of the house. She had no one else to call but me. There we were, trapped around debris, with her in my arms I tried my best to make her calm down. It would be ok. It had to be, and if we had to die, we were together, at least. But deep down, I was a nervous wreck. My eyes could not leave the mortar, thinking that there was no way for us to escape without blowing the thing off. And then it happened. Out of fear, her powers manifested, and they detonated the damn thing. That was when my powers manifested, and I did the only thing my mind told me to do: I got her and we ran the hell out of there. Fast. Really, really fast.
Picking her up, I ran as fast as I could, away from it all, away from the pain and the danger, taking the only thing that remained in my life. From then on, we only had one another. And no one else.
"I'll never let anything happen to you. I promise."
Living off the land, we survived as we could. There was only so much we could do and I would put Wanda first. If I only had one piece of bread, she would get it. If we didn't have enough water, I'd make sure she would have her share before taking whatever was left. She was my sister, my twin sister, that was the kind of bond no one else could understand. But prejudice is a nasty thing and it would rear its ugly head again when I had to follow on my father's footsteps and steal for our survival. Yet, someone caught me speeding, and apparently, Wanda's powers had been seen. We were named witches, we were cornered, a crowd of idiots thinking that we were monsters that needed to be put down. Idiots, all of them, cowering in their fear, hiding behind the advantage of a crowd to harm those that meant no harm to them. Foolish, that they didn't know what we could do, yet we did nothing, because it would only escalate. I felt the urge to just pick my sister up, bring her with me, away from it all, somewhere we could just start over. I meant to do it, but before we did, he appeared. He saved us, then promised us shelter, and we had no other choice but follow. He had saved our lives, the least we owed him was to follow him, at least until we were safe.
"I don't like this. I don't like what we are doing..."
Mutant supremacy. Or the anger against some sort of cure. Whatever. It was the first time we heard about it. I could understand his motives. I could understand the reasoning behind it. I could even support it. Humans had segregated us, me and my sister, they had prepared to lynch us for being different. I could understand it, I just... I couldn't support those ways. Not back then. Not that way. And then as he tried to keep us as assets to his team, he told us the truth. He was our father. No, no he wasn't. My father had been left behind in Sokovia, dead under piles of rubble when we had to flee our homeland. A father would have nurtured his children and loved them instead of punishing them and shaping them to become murderers. Eventually...
Well, eventually, we left. Again, we ran.
They arrived with offers that we were still too naive to understand. They knew our weaknesses, our desires. They offered to make us more powerful so we could fight against those trying to destroy our homeland. We said yes. Wouldn't you? Perhaps today I wouldn't, but back then, it was our only chance. Yet they meddled with our bodies and minds. Experimented on us. Tested things, enhanced our powers. I became even faster, Wanda... even more powerful. Yet we were unstable because whenever you alter something that was determined by nature, it is bound to fail. But we had each other. That was our only sanity. Until the moment when we found out that those good-natured people who wished to help us so much were megalomaniac and insane. HYDRA was destroying our country, not saving it. Their goal was perhaps worse than Magneto's. And then we planned. It was harder to fight against them - they were human but resourceful. But we eventually did, and as we fought for our freedom, it was the last time I saw Wanda again. They were coming for us. There was no chance that we both could escape successfully. They surrounded us, and I could only run so fast with her in my arms. I told her to run, that I would keep them occupied so she could escape. Always her first.
And so she did. And it was the last time I saw her. When I finally managed to get rid of the rest of them, she was gone. And for the first time, I lost track of her.
Abrasive. Arrogant. Rude. I have been called all of this. But no one ever understood. My mind always works at full speed. I'm not just fast in my movements, no. Everything about me is fast. From my mind, to my metabolism, to my speed, to my movements, even the speed in which I think. If I'm able to talk normally to anyone, it's because I'm forcing myself to slow it down. The world is slow. The world is too damn slow. Think about it this way... Imagine yourself having a Ferrari. And being forever stuck in New York's traffic. Everyone is slow, everything is slow, too damn slow. You want to speed, you want to push on that accelerator but everything around you blocks you, everything is an obstacle. You're an outsider inside your own world.
That's my life. Everyone, everything is too. Damn. Slow.
Maybe in the end, my father was right. I remember every single word he said back in one of those days when he tried to convince us that his cause was the right one,. Those words were ringing back in my ear now. ”They will never understand us, Pietro. They will never accept us. You are fighting a lost war. You are going against your own blood for some utopia that will never come to pass. Heed my words. You will regret your actions. And I will regret having to kill you for no good reason at all.”
I didn’t believe him then, maybe I still don't. Not that I believed in mankind, not that I believed humans would accept us, that the world would accept us. I just thought there would be at least some way to live without having to be so black and white.
But maybe he was right after all.
I had enough of staying there doing nothing, so I stood up and ran back. All around me, as I reached the top of my speeds, I could see everything clearly. My whole body was made for this. Everything about it was designed to be fast. I was the embodiment of speed. Yet I had promised Wanda we would no longer run.
But she comes first. She always comes first. Her safety, it is all that matters.
When I reappeared in front of the shrink that was writing something on her notepad, I placed both hands on her desk, my blue eyes glaring at her in the anger that the pain and loss had brought forward.
"Mr. Maximoff, How did you..."
"Superspeed, doctor. Google it."She was about to say something, when I slammed a hand on the table, catching her attention again."Listen to me, doctor. Have you ever loved someone so much that they are the first priority in your life? Have you ever had to protect that one person with your own life if so need be because for a long time you were all that she had? Have you ever had to experience cold nights when there was nothing but the warmth of our own bodies and a couple of stolen blankets, and then the next morning breakfast would be whatever fruit I could find or steal? And then your life goes upside down, time and time again, and the only thought in your head is ‘I need to keep her safe’. No, I don’t think you have, doctor. So you can’t ever understand me because no amount of books or therapy will replace what happens in the outside world, no amount of kind words you can give me will take away what life forced me to become. We only had one another, doctor. And now I can't find her. There's no amount of therapy that will bring my sanity back because I've lost it the moment I lost her.”
And then, I took the chance to escape from being observed in a hospital where they deemed me crazy. I disappeared again in the blink of an eye. In fact, I had one thing on my mind: I had to find her. I had to make sure she would be safe from all of it. Our lives had taken different paths, several times before, but there was one thing that I was sure.
We’d always have one another. No matter what. It was the promise I made her. It was the only promise I truly bothered to keep.