Post by Locke on Sept 27, 2016 1:08:28 GMT -7
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In the shadowy depths of the Academy teeming students hurry to and fro, constantly vying for position in the entrenched meritocracy that governs the Alchemists who make their homes in it's scholarly halls. To the students, doctors and professors, their is only one path to success prove your worth to your peers with creations not yet seen. It was as a result of this constant effort that Colossus was born, just another science experiment born from poorly preserved human flesh and given life by the great vats of blood and bile which populate the Academy. For most the Colossus was nothing more then another dead end in research, yet another example of a young student failing to properly innovate, but his creator saw worth in Colossus and maintained him even as his peers scrapped their own failed projects and moved on to bigger and better things. Now 20 years later his creator has done his best to equip Colossus with the muscle memory he shall need to survive the brutal wars Academy weapons are destined to be sold for. So Colossus set out to adventure, to rip new creatures asunder bit by bit, to raise his creators glory and pulverize entire armies. For Colossus was bred for war, and war is what he shall bring. When progress marches forward, death is left in it's wake, glory to the Eternal Alchemy, glory to the Creators, there is no going back!
Description: The colossus is, to understate things more then a bit, quite ugly, his body is criss-crossed with the marks and stitches of the many surgeries which have been needed to maintain his health and vitality. His body is practically bulging with muscles which seem well proportioned but stretch against the skin unnaturally at many point, as if the skin is rather ill fitting.
In the shadowy depths of the Academy teeming students hurry to and fro, constantly vying for position in the entrenched meritocracy that governs the Alchemists who make their homes in it's scholarly halls. To the students, doctors and professors, their is only one path to success prove your worth to your peers with creations not yet seen. It was as a result of this constant effort that Colossus was born, just another science experiment born from poorly preserved human flesh and given life by the great vats of blood and bile which populate the Academy. For most the Colossus was nothing more then another dead end in research, yet another example of a young student failing to properly innovate, but his creator saw worth in Colossus and maintained him even as his peers scrapped their own failed projects and moved on to bigger and better things. Now 20 years later his creator has done his best to equip Colossus with the muscle memory he shall need to survive the brutal wars Academy weapons are destined to be sold for. So Colossus set out to adventure, to rip new creatures asunder bit by bit, to raise his creators glory and pulverize entire armies. For Colossus was bred for war, and war is what he shall bring. When progress marches forward, death is left in it's wake, glory to the Eternal Alchemy, glory to the Creators, there is no going back!
Description: The colossus is, to understate things more then a bit, quite ugly, his body is criss-crossed with the marks and stitches of the many surgeries which have been needed to maintain his health and vitality. His body is practically bulging with muscles which seem well proportioned but stretch against the skin unnaturally at many point, as if the skin is rather ill fitting.
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