Post by Baccer on Feb 10, 2020 16:37:28 GMT -8
Name: Blizzard (Pseudonym: collosus)
Species: Arcosian (Changeling)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Blizzard herself is a short female Arcosian. She’s dominated by white and purple colours, and has most of the defining traits of her people. Her eyes are purple and her tail, like most of her race, is about as tall as she is. Two strips of skin fall down on the sides of her face, giving the impression of hair. In contrast to most people of her race, her posture is rather… meek. She doesn’t give off the vibe of a conqueror or even someone powerful really, with both her posture and the fact she can’t access any of her other forms causing her to be considered extremely weak by arcosian standards
Blizzard’s secret identity: collosus is something she would never dare reveal to anyone. The armour itself is a huge set made of plate, nigh indestructible and overwhelming on sight alone. It’s grey colour coupled with the icy “veins” that line the design give it an imposing, almost life-like feel. The armament in it’s entirety is a momolithic structure of towering might, and due to voice changers Blizzard’s voice sounds like it comes from an ancient warrior-like figure when it is heard from the armour
Personality:
Blizzard herself is a rather shy, reserved individual. She usually tries to mask it as being cold and distant, but her easily overwhelmed and inconfident nature is easy to distinguish. She is an intelligent individual, seeming rather grounded and especially humble for her race. Blizzard is actually quite a kind-hearted person, being able to understand the weak and helpless better than most people. She loves ice cream, a quiet place to contemplate, and foxes. The only thing she truly despises are people lording their physical might over others
Colossus, her alter ego, is a little different. They are an immovable figure of pure might and resolve. Fact of the matter is that even though Blizzard is considered weak for her race, she is one of the strongest creatures alive here on earth. However, due to years of belittling and humiliation, she can only believe in her own power while impersonating someone else. Thus, the powerful and mighty Colossus exists to help her aid the weak, boost her confidence and let her express the one trait she shares with very few of her people: A genuine love for combat
History:
Blizzard was born as a member of the Ice family. An affiliate of the cold family that controlled a small portion of the north galaxy. However, given that she was born with such a low power level, her family was left without a suitable heir. That fact was what caused king cold the to try and persuade her father into having their families merge. Of course, the cold family would be the heads of the empire, but the Ice family would get to prolongue their existence. And so The arrangements were done and Blizzard was to marry lord frieza the 7th, king Cold’s son. However, at that point something awoke within Blizzard. A spirit of rebellion. She was done getting bossed around by these people blinded by greed and power. So one night she stole her father’s travel pod and set course for uncharted space. Sadly, unbeknowst to her, that was exactly what king cold was expecting. The arrangements were already done, so getting Blizzard out of the picture was the last step before his son had full control over the cold empire. Therefore, as soon as it exited the atmosphere, Blizzard’s pod was assaulted by an “unindentified pirate vessel” and reportedly shot down. In reality, that wasn’t quite the case. The pilots managed to simply damage the pod before it reached escape valocity, but later claimed to have destroyed it to avoid King cold’s wrath. Blizzard spent days on a barely functioning pod, surviving only because of her race’s ability to endure exposure to space. Eventually the pod was caught on the gravitational field of a small planet called earth, and subsequently crash-landed
The pod ended up landing in a desolate jungle, seeming to crash in an abandoned worship site. A small, recently-built temple lay there, at the centre of which seemed to be kept a some sort of armament. A Set of armour unrivaled in size, seemingly powered by an orange shard. As soon as she touched it it seemed to “register” her as the user and opened up, allowing her to enter it from the back. She hesitantly complied, upon which she was assaulted with a flow of information, regaring the use of the armour and it’s power source, something called a “dragon ball shard”. After witnessing this display, Blizzard was smart enough to deduce the creatues in this planet were not only sapient, but also highly intelligent. She carefully made her way to the edge of the jungle, spending her days observing a village on it’s outskirts, taking notes of the beaviour the indigenous species demonstrated. After months of nothing but careful study, she was finally ready. She could start anew in this planet as one of it’s mightiest protectors. As Colossus
RP Sample:
It initially seemed like an uneventful day was dawning over the village of rhys. Birds were chirping and the first rays of sunlight ra through the countryside. The villagers were going around to their respective jubs and it seemed like it would be another quiet day. Howver, unbeknowst to them, a hunking figure was watching the village from the treeline of the jungle treeline that grew glose to the village. The figure was large and unmoving. It was in fact deactivated. It’s pilot, a farm smaller white form was peeking through the underbrush, her eyes darting around “ok Blizzard. This is what you’re been studying about this entire month. You just go up to them and say “hi” yeah… just say hi… oh, who am i kidding. I’ve been here for an entire month and i’ve met nobody that even looks close to an arcosian. They’ll figure out i’m an alien straight away. Maybe i should just stay hidden” Blizzard was quite unsure of herself. She’d spent so much time preparing, but nothing could alter the fact she didn’t belong here. Well, it’s not like she belonged anywhere at this point… maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe she should just get back in the jungle and-
however, as these thoughts were running through her head, a distant horn sounded. She peeked through the bushes again to see a big cloud of dust approaching the settlement. In all her time studying, she had never seen something like this. Her first instinct was to run. However, she decided to observe for now, given that something like this may contin crucial information about how species in this planet react and behave, namely under circuimstances of intence stress and/or danger. And so she waited. Eventually the cloud approached enough that she could clearly see what it was: raiders on motorcycles. Not that she knw what a raider actually was. but she could guess that these guys weren’t good news. As they arrived at the village they began drawing weapons and shouting, using fear tactics to herd the villagers like cattle. Eventually everyone was gathered at the town square. It was there that a black haired man with a nasty scar, probably the leader of this ragtag entourage, spoke “aight you hillbillies. Let’s make a few things clear. From now on and until we decide to leave, you are gonna do everything we say. If i say jum, you ask “how high”. understood?” some of the villagers responded wth frightened nods “good, good. Now. My boys will go around searching the houses for pretty things. Y’all better stay here and be quiet, or it’ll be more than money we’ll end up taking” he said, flashing an energy pistol to the frightened crowd. And as on que, his gang of bandits began ransacking the village. No tone was left unturned and no household was safe.
As all of this was going on, Blizzard began to feel anger boiling inside her. These people thought they had the right to push these farmers around, on the simple grounds that they could more effectively use violence. But what could she do?. She was Blizzard, the pathetic runt of the Ice family. She couldn’t fight, let alone effectively save these people. No, blizzard can’t-” as her train of thought continued, her gaze fell upon the armourset, ancient and unmoving. She may be weak herself, but this set seemed al but invincible to any form of trauma. “- but maybe Colossus can” she donned the pseudonim as fast as she did the armour itself. It was a refreshing feeling. the mechanical limbs following her every gommand and making her a mighty behemoth. Even with the feeling of invincibility that ran through her at the moment, Blizzard didn’t lose her cool. She made sure she was properly adjusted to the armour’s systems and making sure she was warmed up. Meanwhile, the bandits had just about gathered the required treasure. Their leader was currently in the process of accounting everything, when his eyes fell on the daughter of the chieftain. A wicked grin spread across his cheeks as he adressed the chief “say, old man. Ain’t it quite a waste to keep such a beauty locked up in this hideous village?. Say girly, wy don’t you get over here, and i promise we’ll leave your compatriots alone. Sweet deal huh?” the girl looked at him with disgust, to which he only replied with an arrogant smirk. Despite the pleas of her father she defiantly stepped forward “ah, good girl. Now, let’s gather everything and get out of he- huh?” as he was talking, he noticed the ground around him was getting exceedingly dark. He took a few moments to realise that a shape had jumped throough the air, and seemed to be ready to lan on his head. He ducked at the last moment before the figure crashed onto the ground with a mighty impact, completely winding anyone that witnessed it. From the dust emerged a grey shape, cold and angular. It was a set of armour, tho it seemed too large for any normal human to be wearing it. While the imposing figure seemed to look around, the leader grunted “so you want to play hero huh?. Take that you freak!” he shouted and whipped out his pistol, shooting at the figure… which only served to draw it’s attention, as the bolt pinged harmlessly off the metal plating. The man’s surprise amused Blizzard. Was he… afraid of her?. She never knew how it felt to be feared by someone. It was… intriguing. However the man’s resolve wasn’t broken yet “so lazer’s don’t work huh? very well, looks like i’ll have to open this tin can from up close and personal” seeing their leader’s confidence, the rest of the bandits cheered and readied their weapons
‘welp, this is gonna be more difficult than i thought. I hope they’d just turn tail and run once they saw me. But it seems that main bandit is quite jaded’ Blizzard thought, taking a battle stance herself. As the moments passed and bandits surrounded her, she couldn’t help but feel… excited. Batle was always something she enjoyed, despite being generally inadequate at it. She felt like with enough training and practice, she could make up for her shortcomings and stand at the same pedastal as the rest of her race. But if she wasnted a true challenge… this wasn’t really it. Most of what the bandits did pinged off the armour, allowing her free hits, which completely devastated her opponents. The nly person to put up any sort of a fight was the leader. He seemed nimble, and actually knew how to use a knife. But in the end, the raw power of the suit was morethan enough to knock him on his ass. And before too long, all the bandits were either unconscious or out of commision. The leader struggled to get up and grit his teeth “this ain’t the last you’ll see of me freak, i promise you that” and for the first time, the figure spoke. While Blizzard was expecting her own, feminine voice to come through, what actually resounded was a deep reverberating sound. She sounded… cool “i hope it isn’t. And make sure you’re stronger next time” the bandit didn’t have the courage or ribs to retort to that, instead opting for the cautious retreat approach, taking the rest of his gang and running off
Blizzard took a deep breath once the fight was finally over. So, a planet of weaklings huh?. Must be tough being them. As she thought that, Blizzard realised the was still standing in the middle of the village, wearing her gigantic armour. Embarassement overcame her as she froze up, thinking of something to say “uhh. Well, t-they seem to be gone. So i will probably also-” she wasn’t allowed to finish, as a sea of cheers and clapping drowned out her words. The villagers approached her with gratitude in their eyes. Some even tried to lift her on their shoulders... before realising it was a very bad idea and abandoning the idea. Blizzard was shocked. These people actually… liked her?. Well, that was new “Thank you so much. These people had been showing up here every month, making more and more outrageous requests of us. I’m sure they would have bled us dry eventually if you didn’t show up” huh. So that’s how these people operated. The strong preying on the weak. She didn’t like that, she didn’t like that one bit “oh armoured saviour, please accept this huble gift of ours. A hunter once found it abandoned in the jungle, but none of us are strong enugh to wield it” as the elder talked, 5 other villagers carried over a large blade made of kachin. Blizzard blinked, but she wasn’t one to turn down a gift like that. As she lifted the sword, she felt it’s weight and sharpness. “one last thing saviour. We undestand someone sucha as you would probably not stay in a single place for long, we wouldn’t dare to dream our village is special enough to have your exclusive protection. But please, before you go, tell us your name
The question caught her by surprise, being one she didn’t expect. She could tell them her real name, but what good would that do?. They were not looking for a sickly alien, but rather an invincible demigod of metal that would always show up just at the right moment. That is who she had to be
“My name?. Now, that is a question i haven’t gotten in a long time. I am Colossus, the unbreakable”
Species: Arcosian (Changeling)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Blizzard herself is a short female Arcosian. She’s dominated by white and purple colours, and has most of the defining traits of her people. Her eyes are purple and her tail, like most of her race, is about as tall as she is. Two strips of skin fall down on the sides of her face, giving the impression of hair. In contrast to most people of her race, her posture is rather… meek. She doesn’t give off the vibe of a conqueror or even someone powerful really, with both her posture and the fact she can’t access any of her other forms causing her to be considered extremely weak by arcosian standards
Blizzard’s secret identity: collosus is something she would never dare reveal to anyone. The armour itself is a huge set made of plate, nigh indestructible and overwhelming on sight alone. It’s grey colour coupled with the icy “veins” that line the design give it an imposing, almost life-like feel. The armament in it’s entirety is a momolithic structure of towering might, and due to voice changers Blizzard’s voice sounds like it comes from an ancient warrior-like figure when it is heard from the armour
Personality:
Blizzard herself is a rather shy, reserved individual. She usually tries to mask it as being cold and distant, but her easily overwhelmed and inconfident nature is easy to distinguish. She is an intelligent individual, seeming rather grounded and especially humble for her race. Blizzard is actually quite a kind-hearted person, being able to understand the weak and helpless better than most people. She loves ice cream, a quiet place to contemplate, and foxes. The only thing she truly despises are people lording their physical might over others
Colossus, her alter ego, is a little different. They are an immovable figure of pure might and resolve. Fact of the matter is that even though Blizzard is considered weak for her race, she is one of the strongest creatures alive here on earth. However, due to years of belittling and humiliation, she can only believe in her own power while impersonating someone else. Thus, the powerful and mighty Colossus exists to help her aid the weak, boost her confidence and let her express the one trait she shares with very few of her people: A genuine love for combat
History:
Blizzard was born as a member of the Ice family. An affiliate of the cold family that controlled a small portion of the north galaxy. However, given that she was born with such a low power level, her family was left without a suitable heir. That fact was what caused king cold the to try and persuade her father into having their families merge. Of course, the cold family would be the heads of the empire, but the Ice family would get to prolongue their existence. And so The arrangements were done and Blizzard was to marry lord frieza the 7th, king Cold’s son. However, at that point something awoke within Blizzard. A spirit of rebellion. She was done getting bossed around by these people blinded by greed and power. So one night she stole her father’s travel pod and set course for uncharted space. Sadly, unbeknowst to her, that was exactly what king cold was expecting. The arrangements were already done, so getting Blizzard out of the picture was the last step before his son had full control over the cold empire. Therefore, as soon as it exited the atmosphere, Blizzard’s pod was assaulted by an “unindentified pirate vessel” and reportedly shot down. In reality, that wasn’t quite the case. The pilots managed to simply damage the pod before it reached escape valocity, but later claimed to have destroyed it to avoid King cold’s wrath. Blizzard spent days on a barely functioning pod, surviving only because of her race’s ability to endure exposure to space. Eventually the pod was caught on the gravitational field of a small planet called earth, and subsequently crash-landed
The pod ended up landing in a desolate jungle, seeming to crash in an abandoned worship site. A small, recently-built temple lay there, at the centre of which seemed to be kept a some sort of armament. A Set of armour unrivaled in size, seemingly powered by an orange shard. As soon as she touched it it seemed to “register” her as the user and opened up, allowing her to enter it from the back. She hesitantly complied, upon which she was assaulted with a flow of information, regaring the use of the armour and it’s power source, something called a “dragon ball shard”. After witnessing this display, Blizzard was smart enough to deduce the creatues in this planet were not only sapient, but also highly intelligent. She carefully made her way to the edge of the jungle, spending her days observing a village on it’s outskirts, taking notes of the beaviour the indigenous species demonstrated. After months of nothing but careful study, she was finally ready. She could start anew in this planet as one of it’s mightiest protectors. As Colossus
RP Sample:
It initially seemed like an uneventful day was dawning over the village of rhys. Birds were chirping and the first rays of sunlight ra through the countryside. The villagers were going around to their respective jubs and it seemed like it would be another quiet day. Howver, unbeknowst to them, a hunking figure was watching the village from the treeline of the jungle treeline that grew glose to the village. The figure was large and unmoving. It was in fact deactivated. It’s pilot, a farm smaller white form was peeking through the underbrush, her eyes darting around “ok Blizzard. This is what you’re been studying about this entire month. You just go up to them and say “hi” yeah… just say hi… oh, who am i kidding. I’ve been here for an entire month and i’ve met nobody that even looks close to an arcosian. They’ll figure out i’m an alien straight away. Maybe i should just stay hidden” Blizzard was quite unsure of herself. She’d spent so much time preparing, but nothing could alter the fact she didn’t belong here. Well, it’s not like she belonged anywhere at this point… maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe she should just get back in the jungle and-
however, as these thoughts were running through her head, a distant horn sounded. She peeked through the bushes again to see a big cloud of dust approaching the settlement. In all her time studying, she had never seen something like this. Her first instinct was to run. However, she decided to observe for now, given that something like this may contin crucial information about how species in this planet react and behave, namely under circuimstances of intence stress and/or danger. And so she waited. Eventually the cloud approached enough that she could clearly see what it was: raiders on motorcycles. Not that she knw what a raider actually was. but she could guess that these guys weren’t good news. As they arrived at the village they began drawing weapons and shouting, using fear tactics to herd the villagers like cattle. Eventually everyone was gathered at the town square. It was there that a black haired man with a nasty scar, probably the leader of this ragtag entourage, spoke “aight you hillbillies. Let’s make a few things clear. From now on and until we decide to leave, you are gonna do everything we say. If i say jum, you ask “how high”. understood?” some of the villagers responded wth frightened nods “good, good. Now. My boys will go around searching the houses for pretty things. Y’all better stay here and be quiet, or it’ll be more than money we’ll end up taking” he said, flashing an energy pistol to the frightened crowd. And as on que, his gang of bandits began ransacking the village. No tone was left unturned and no household was safe.
As all of this was going on, Blizzard began to feel anger boiling inside her. These people thought they had the right to push these farmers around, on the simple grounds that they could more effectively use violence. But what could she do?. She was Blizzard, the pathetic runt of the Ice family. She couldn’t fight, let alone effectively save these people. No, blizzard can’t-” as her train of thought continued, her gaze fell upon the armourset, ancient and unmoving. She may be weak herself, but this set seemed al but invincible to any form of trauma. “- but maybe Colossus can” she donned the pseudonim as fast as she did the armour itself. It was a refreshing feeling. the mechanical limbs following her every gommand and making her a mighty behemoth. Even with the feeling of invincibility that ran through her at the moment, Blizzard didn’t lose her cool. She made sure she was properly adjusted to the armour’s systems and making sure she was warmed up. Meanwhile, the bandits had just about gathered the required treasure. Their leader was currently in the process of accounting everything, when his eyes fell on the daughter of the chieftain. A wicked grin spread across his cheeks as he adressed the chief “say, old man. Ain’t it quite a waste to keep such a beauty locked up in this hideous village?. Say girly, wy don’t you get over here, and i promise we’ll leave your compatriots alone. Sweet deal huh?” the girl looked at him with disgust, to which he only replied with an arrogant smirk. Despite the pleas of her father she defiantly stepped forward “ah, good girl. Now, let’s gather everything and get out of he- huh?” as he was talking, he noticed the ground around him was getting exceedingly dark. He took a few moments to realise that a shape had jumped throough the air, and seemed to be ready to lan on his head. He ducked at the last moment before the figure crashed onto the ground with a mighty impact, completely winding anyone that witnessed it. From the dust emerged a grey shape, cold and angular. It was a set of armour, tho it seemed too large for any normal human to be wearing it. While the imposing figure seemed to look around, the leader grunted “so you want to play hero huh?. Take that you freak!” he shouted and whipped out his pistol, shooting at the figure… which only served to draw it’s attention, as the bolt pinged harmlessly off the metal plating. The man’s surprise amused Blizzard. Was he… afraid of her?. She never knew how it felt to be feared by someone. It was… intriguing. However the man’s resolve wasn’t broken yet “so lazer’s don’t work huh? very well, looks like i’ll have to open this tin can from up close and personal” seeing their leader’s confidence, the rest of the bandits cheered and readied their weapons
‘welp, this is gonna be more difficult than i thought. I hope they’d just turn tail and run once they saw me. But it seems that main bandit is quite jaded’ Blizzard thought, taking a battle stance herself. As the moments passed and bandits surrounded her, she couldn’t help but feel… excited. Batle was always something she enjoyed, despite being generally inadequate at it. She felt like with enough training and practice, she could make up for her shortcomings and stand at the same pedastal as the rest of her race. But if she wasnted a true challenge… this wasn’t really it. Most of what the bandits did pinged off the armour, allowing her free hits, which completely devastated her opponents. The nly person to put up any sort of a fight was the leader. He seemed nimble, and actually knew how to use a knife. But in the end, the raw power of the suit was morethan enough to knock him on his ass. And before too long, all the bandits were either unconscious or out of commision. The leader struggled to get up and grit his teeth “this ain’t the last you’ll see of me freak, i promise you that” and for the first time, the figure spoke. While Blizzard was expecting her own, feminine voice to come through, what actually resounded was a deep reverberating sound. She sounded… cool “i hope it isn’t. And make sure you’re stronger next time” the bandit didn’t have the courage or ribs to retort to that, instead opting for the cautious retreat approach, taking the rest of his gang and running off
Blizzard took a deep breath once the fight was finally over. So, a planet of weaklings huh?. Must be tough being them. As she thought that, Blizzard realised the was still standing in the middle of the village, wearing her gigantic armour. Embarassement overcame her as she froze up, thinking of something to say “uhh. Well, t-they seem to be gone. So i will probably also-” she wasn’t allowed to finish, as a sea of cheers and clapping drowned out her words. The villagers approached her with gratitude in their eyes. Some even tried to lift her on their shoulders... before realising it was a very bad idea and abandoning the idea. Blizzard was shocked. These people actually… liked her?. Well, that was new “Thank you so much. These people had been showing up here every month, making more and more outrageous requests of us. I’m sure they would have bled us dry eventually if you didn’t show up” huh. So that’s how these people operated. The strong preying on the weak. She didn’t like that, she didn’t like that one bit “oh armoured saviour, please accept this huble gift of ours. A hunter once found it abandoned in the jungle, but none of us are strong enugh to wield it” as the elder talked, 5 other villagers carried over a large blade made of kachin. Blizzard blinked, but she wasn’t one to turn down a gift like that. As she lifted the sword, she felt it’s weight and sharpness. “one last thing saviour. We undestand someone sucha as you would probably not stay in a single place for long, we wouldn’t dare to dream our village is special enough to have your exclusive protection. But please, before you go, tell us your name
The question caught her by surprise, being one she didn’t expect. She could tell them her real name, but what good would that do?. They were not looking for a sickly alien, but rather an invincible demigod of metal that would always show up just at the right moment. That is who she had to be
“My name?. Now, that is a question i haven’t gotten in a long time. I am Colossus, the unbreakable”