Gohzar Radiatsii

Group: CCCP

Server: Pinnacle

Rank: Official

Security Level: 24

Online Name: Big Mike

Country of Origin: Russia

Origin of Powers: Science

Archetype: Controller

Powers: Fire / Radiation

Battle Cry:

Movement: Super Speed

Favored Attack: Fire Cages

Favored Defense: Radiation Infection

Hated Nemesis:

Mikhail Glasnev was a soldier in the Red Army during the days of World War II, he was hand picked for a special project that would create heroes for the war. They hoped that by introducing controlled amounts of radiation that it would change the physiology of the men and grant the men powers. It all went well until the Germans bombed the lab, and the chamber Mikhail was in collapsed burying him for Seventy-Five years, until he was discovered by a team of Russian Scientists. Who then transferred his body to a thawing chamber to thaw him out and see if he was still alive after all those years.

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Mikhail Glasnev awoke in an unfamiliar chamber. He saw people waiting outside, dressed strangely. He waited for his armor to give him an all clear on radiation levels coming from his body before he came into antechamber and said, "What is the status of the war, comrades?"

The people looked at him strangely. One spoke up and replied in Russian, "What war?"

"The war with the Germans, what other war is there going on?" he asked, confused.

The men gathered in the room looked at each other with knowing expressions. This scenario was bound to come up, and they had come prepared. One of the men, presumably their leader, spoke in reply, "That war has been over for fifty years, comrade. There is much catching up to do."

Glasnev took the helmet off and spoke weakly, "Da..."

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Mikhail walked into the office of Paranormal Services. He stepped through the door and stood at attention. "You wanted to see me, Comrade Minister?"

The subminister glanced up from his paperwork at the armored man. He'd seen all types come through those doors, looking to serve their country in their own unique way. This one was no different. There was one difference, however.

"Please sit, comrade Glasnev," the subminister said, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

Mikhail sat down, awaiting the Minister's words. The official stared at him for some time with a scrutinizing look. Cases like this must always be handled delicately.

"Comrade Glasnev, first let me say that on behalf of the government, your service in the name of Mother Russia during the Great Patriotic War was exemplary. Even in such times, heroes like yourself, and even the ordinary People, took up arms and did her proud."

"Da, I did what was needed to do for the motherland."

The subminister pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself for the next part of this meeting. "Of course you did, comrade. Now your particular talents are needed elsewhere." He cleared his throat, thinking back to the report that has caught his eye to begin with. Inciting public ire with Communist propaganda. Disrupting official business with same. The complaints had been coming in right and left, but no one wanted to do anything about it. Well, thought the subminister, As the Amerikanskii say, the buck stops here.

"Comrade Glasnev, your devotion to Soviet Russia and the ideals of the Party are needed. There is a contingency of our comrades based in Paragon City, and I... we think it would be best if you were to join them, and aid in their cause for the Proletariat and the Workers of that decadent place."

"Da, that sounds good! We will take the fight to running dog capitalists!"

The subminister forced a smile onto his face. Wonderful. Let those people deal with his fanaticism, so we can wash our hands of him. "Excellent, comrade." He opened a drawer and removed a thick manila envelope. Holding it out to the man he said, "All of the appropriate paperwork is here. Fill it out and we will begin the orders for your transfer." Never mind the fact that we already have your plane ticket.

Mikhail thought to himself as he filed out the paperwork, It is good to serve Mother Russia again!

Comments: Snice first entering CCCP Mikhail's suit has gone critical Thereby granting him control over a form of radiation the manifests as fire, in addition to his control of radiation that he had with his suits. The control comes from the gauntlets he wears.