<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJoDV6r3ZL0/TLLYebe_F4I/AAAAAAAAFXs/PkVgoHkCTi4/s1600/DanielCudmore.jpg)</div><strong>Hero Name:</strong>Colossus<br/><strong>Legal Name: </strong>Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br/><strong>Origin of Powers: </strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Age: </strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'6"; (transformed) 7'5"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>250 lbs., (transformed) 500 lbs.<br/><hr/><br/>Piotr had spent the early morning working out trying to exhaust himself, trying get unstuck and begin moving forward. He'd seen a lot of death in his short life. Part of him was thankful that it was still near crippling an experience...that he wasn't simply becoming inured to it or jaded by it. It was painful but at least he was feeling it. Charles had opened his world...he'd opened the entire universe to him.<br/><br/>When the sun rose and he still wasn't getting anywhere after four hours of lifting weights he moved on to the Danger Room and what it could offer him as far as distractions go. He needed to hit things without the worry of pulling his punches or restraining his formidable strength. After years of training with Wolverine, Scott and Nightcrawler trying to expand his fighting style Colossus was well equipped to handle most foes.<br/><br/>When he hears the commotion going on in the main foyer he'd been painting and trying to pour some of his sorrow out onto the canvas. It was all the people he had lost standing on some far distant shore together. There was a sense of hope to the work of art touched with melancholy. It had taken him nearly an hour to work out what he wanted to do but once he saw it in his mind's eye there was a clarity to it that had to be put to canvas. And now, his rather tenuous state of Zen and outpouring of his emotions was disturbed by someone attacking them in their home.<br/><br/>He'd had enough of this. He wanted a break...some time to just feel and capture all the things that the professor meant to him as a mentor. It takes him no time to leave his brushes and paint and shift to his armoured form and making it towards the front of the house.<br/><br/>It really shouldn't surprise...nothing should. Walking into a foyer that has been destroyed and discovering that Logan had his claws buried into someone's stomach..." no, not just someone, the Professor's killer. Piotr strides forward as Rachel casually gestured and sent him flying backwards and out of sight.<br/><br/>Colossus easily leaps in front of her and grabs her arm at the shoulder. "<strong>I have you now ved'ma.</strong>" (witch) "<strong>You can try and hurl me like a pebble but will it be before I break your face with mine or tear your arm off?</strong>" he asks gripping her tightly without mercy. “<strong>Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as a murderous d'yavol.</strong>"<br/><br/>Piotr was a passionate artist. He wasn't going to mince words or take half measures. He'd given her fair warning and the next few minutes were going to be furious and painful.