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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:04 pm
A quiet hum of static crackles over the radio, and you report in with nothing unusual. Rubble, debris, rubble, debris, rubble, debris - the same old dilapidated mess, the same old garbage - always the same. The same routine through thousands of stellar cycles of quiet.
You wait in the lifeless pitch black of the night. Your light penatrates the quiet darkness, and the sight of rubble and more debris meets your eyes.
Movement?
A sift in the darkness, a glitter of light silver amoung the dimly lit shadows and your curiousity is peaked. There's been no action for months, and you're near the base. It's not against the rules to check something suspicious out, is it? A possible security threat? It could be a trap.
So you pick up your well polished gun and you turn on your highbeams. You're ready.
Still nothing.
It's been a while, and you don't know how far you've been walking - rubble, debris, rubble, debris - there it is again! Quicker this time, and you run to -
TRANSMISSION RECIEVED
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:07 pm
RULES:
- Do not post unless I have accepted your profile.
- No god-modding.
- Do not change factions 2139035407 times.
- If you are a cannon character, TRY to be in character.
- Do not autokill roleplayers, you MUST ask them first.
- Respect the other roleplayers.
- Be literate. I expect about a bare MINIMUM of three sentences a post.
- Keep with the general plot.
- Violence is encouraged, just keep it PG13.
- Romance is acceptable as well. Keep it PG13 as well.
- Colourful fonts and pictures are encouraged, but don't make them so elaborate the other RPer's can't tell what you're posting.
- I may remove and add rules as I wish. Keep posted!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:09 pm
Not sure where/what the form is? It's right here. Be aware you must PM me your profile.
wahmbulance FORM wahmbulance
Username:
Requested Character/Original Character:
Faction:
Rank:
Gender:
Age:
Alt Form:
Description:
Background Information:
Personal Motto:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Extras:
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:12 pm
Accepted Profiles:
none yet.
Username: blackpearlangel48356
Requested Character/Original Character: Assimilator
Faction: none
Rank: none
Gender: unknown
Age: unknown
Alt Form: None, really. It tends to get bigger and change how it looks as it gets more victims, though. Usually a rusty or brown cover, as it like to hide in large junk heaps when resting.
Description: Starting out as a small, writhing mass of wires attached to a spherical core, it eventually gets bigger as it collects more parts after eating the energon from the transformers. It eventually develops more transformer-looking parts as it assimilates its victims, such as recognizable eyes and speaking parts, but in all it resembles a junk heap with various parts that may or may not be recognizable, depending on how long they've been in the Assimilator's possession. It does have some access to memories, but only in that it can begin to give words to what it sees, hears, and feels. *I would like for it to also be able to get smart enough to use whole victims to draw in others after it eats the energon* When at rest, it oozes out some sort of slime that coats its entire body if left alone long enough. This tends to dull the parts that it has picked up from victims, making the parts nearly unrecognizable and of a uniform color.
Background Information: Though unknown until later, the Assimilator was actually a scout/ storage unit sent out by a different race in search of another energy source. After it picked up the energy, it was supposed to go into a 'rest' mode and await pick-up. If it found a large energy source, though, it was programmed to evolve to the environment to find the best way to get and collect more energy (hence recognizing words, being able to trick victims into coming closer, etc.)
Personal Motto: *hunger*; *FLEE!*; *?*; *!*
Likes: Energon (it actually begins to enjoy the hunt rather than just mindlessly eating after a certain amount of time)
Dislikes: Attackers
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Username: Blackpearlangel48356
Requested Character/Original Character: Twitch (actually put forth by him rather than accepting the offer of a more dignified name- given for an obvious trait)
Faction: Autobot
Rank: equivilant to private (aka none)
Gender: Mech
Age: equivilant to 15 human years
Alt Form: four wheeler (not that he's trusted to go where humans are)
Description: A medium sized bot with a rather blinding paint job of florescent orange and green
Background Information: Unoffical assistant to Clank, he has no fighting skills to speak of. A self-confessed coward, he refuses to do more than the bare minimum of fighting practice that he has to. There's a rumor that he often gets in trouble in order to get punished with maintainence work, allowing him to hang out with Clank and do the work he likes the best. He has a way with tools, but often uses his skills with a mischievous streak that doesn't make him popular with high-ranking Autobots. Despite his pranks, however, he tends to get along well with others and is willing to help out with anything... well, almost anything.
Personal Motto: "Well... at least it was funny in hindsight, right?"
Likes: Working around the base, talking with Clank, and coming up with new pratical jokes
Dislikes: fighting, most authority figures (especially the ones deeply involved with the war effort), and lectures on "the importance of responsibility, contribution to fighting the Decepticons, etc.)
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Username: Steal_this_username
Requested Character/Original Character: Clank
Faction: Autobot
Rank: Chief of Maintenance
Gender: Mech
Age: Equivalent to 43 in human years
Alt Form: http://www.mining-technology.com/features/feature_images/feature1397/1-dump-truck.jpg
Description: His paint job is primarily orange, brown and grey. He's average size and built for an Autobot, roughly 20 ft tall. He has multiple holsters for his tools. He has a dagger in his shoulder compartment, a gun in his boot and two retractable blades at his wrist. He rarely uses any of his weapons, though.
Background Information: Probably doesn't like you, definately doesn't like his job. Works hard for everything he has and feels everyone else should as well. He's very protective of what he has, and will butt heads with almost anyone. Clank use to fight in an underground circuit to help pay for his studies but no one online knows anything about that outside of Megatron and his top goons.
Personal Motto: "Stop breakin' stuff."
Likes: Downtime, building his own personal projects, being respected, getting paid
Dislikes: Young 'bots, decepticons, fighting, breakin' stuff, loud noises, tower bots
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Username: Steal_this_username
Requested Character/Original Character: Mist
Faction: Autobot
Rank: Saboteur
Gender: Femme
Age: Equivalent to 22 human years
Alt Form: http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2006/2006-Bugatti-Veyron-Targa-Florio-F-Salt-Flats-1280x960.jpg
Bugatti Veyron
Description: Pale to dark blue armor, detailed with silver. She has almost white optics. She's fairly tall for a femme. All of her joints are very flexible, so her armor is thin to allow movement.
Background Information: Mist was created in the towers at the beginning of the war. She was never taught the hardships of life and is somewhat immature and spoilt because of this. Her parents practically funded the Autobot campaign, so she naturally became one. If anyone asks why she's an Autobot she'll beat the slag out of them and tell them she "wants her paint job to match her optics". Despite her shifty and somewhat snobby behaviour she is very loyal to the Autobots. She spends a majority of her time practicing acrobatics to keep her flexible joints limber and well oiled. Mist cannot stand being cooped up and must stretch her joints at least each stellar cycle or they'll rust and seize up.
Personal Motto: "Actions speak louder than words. Don't let yourself be silenced."
Likes: music, fine art, alone time, practicing her moves, having intelligent conversation, debates, organic flowers
Dislikes: poor quality energon, fighting, yelling, loud noises, orders
Extras: Hangs out with Mirage frequently. She finds organic flowers to be stunning. She's never been of Cybertron before, so organic life fascinates her.
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Username: Steal_this_username
Requested Character/Original Character: Mimic
Faction: Decepticon
Rank: Lacky (does whatever job needs doing, usually cleaning/research/small tasks)
Gender: Femme
Age: equivalent in human years to roughly 17
Alt Form: http://www.themotorreport.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/2009-suzuki-gsx-r600-001.jpg
2009 Suzuki GSX-R600
Description: Short and thin, with little to no armor. Mimic has a series of cables that extend from her fingers and arms that can move using electric impulses.
Background Information: No previous creators to speak of, no personal acquintances. She prefers silence and keeps to herself. Despite her serious and quiet demeanour she is really quite young.
Personal Motto: None.
Likes: Quiet, being alone, thinking, orders, studying
Dislikes: Explosions, stupidity, loudmouths
Extras: She has a series of cables that can connect to other robots processors if they get close enough. Mimic can control them like puppets, as long as they remain connected to the cords. She can also use them as whips, which sting quite a bit (they have an enormous amount of volts running through them).
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:35 am
I've sent a character request. Please let me know what you think!
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:26 am
-Prologue-
The first thing that came to its awarness was a NEED. Unknown, but something that forced it to move none the less. It dragged itself from the remains of technology both alien and familiar to the inhabitants of the planet, using thin, wire-like arms to pull its spherical core along the uneven junk pile. After a few seconds of struggle, it finally reached a point where gravity moved it faster than its weak body could alone. Flashing silver, it ping-ping-pinged its way down the metal hill, finally rolling to a stop.
Damage was not considered, for the Need was still there. It valiantly continued to drag itself along, ignoring all easier paths for a straight route.
If it had any awarness, it wold have noticed that some of these obstacles moved.
If it had any awarness, it would have been alarmed to be picked up by one of these obstacles three times larger than itself.
If it had any awarness, it would have feared the cruel noises that the drone made as it was brought in closer to the glowing eyes.
But it only had the Need, which noticed only the Something that was within the drone that demanded COLLECTION. With a surge of speed and strength completely opposite its previous actions, it reached its way towards the Something, literally deaf to the cries of the drone as it removed all obstacles in the way of the Something. It reached the Something, collecting it to itself and once again becoming passenger to gravity as the drone collapsed.
It paused, unsure what to do now that it had collected the Something. But programming made it move once again, this time back towards the metal hill it had just escaped, dragging the drone that it had not yet released itself from. After several minutes it found itself snuggled deep within the junk.
Programming brought forth a clearish ooze from its body, slightly decomposing the objects it still touched.
Programming encouraged it to rest as the slime did its work, adding support to its weak body.
Something quite different, though, made it think its first independent word, and so label the Need that both supported and haunted it.
*hunger...*
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:03 pm
Boring.
Boring, boring, boring.
That's what Clank would say if anyone asked him what his job was. Repair work was his forte, but it seemed his only work was maintenance. Maintenance? He didn't go to Cyberton academy for maintenance. It seemed a great injustice to his skills, a sort of insult.
He played with his wrench dully, slapping his pedes onto his dusty desk and leaning back into his chair. It seemed his tools never got any real work. The well paying action was elsewhere, it seemed.
His face scrunched up as he read the list of new comers, which he had recently built rooms for. A mixed group. He tossed the data pad into the garbage with a scoff.
And a nasty little bunch no doubt.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 4:27 pm
"T-that interesting, uh?" Twitch said with a grin as he entered the room just in time to see Clank toss the pad. "I-i would have thought that you would be interested in S-SOMETHING new coming here, even newbies."
He sat across from Clank, replacing Clack's data pad with another. "I-i was given more maintenence requests while I was out, t-too. En-enjoy," Twitch finished with a laugh.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:35 pm
Clank examined the list Twitch left him with and frowned. The list was long.
Minor repairs, maintenance, and more bunks added onto the building. Nothing out of the ordinary.
The radio on his hip plate flared to life and he slapped it online. A message filtered through the link "There has been an incident... the body has been cleaned up for examining, but there is still some mess left behind-"
"Yeah yeah. I'm on it."
Some slag making new kid probably got in over his head. Again, nothing surprising.
"C'mon Twitch. We've got a job to do."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:49 pm
"B-body clean up?!? C-clank, you know I d-don't-"
The rest of Twitch's protest was lost as Clank went around the corner, not even bothering to see if Twitch was coming, as usual.
And- as usual- Twitch toyed with the idea of not moving, gave up with a muttered "S-slag it" and packed all the supplies that Clank would need for the creepy job of body clean-up.
"Don't know why everyone rushes to be the first to get things done." Twitch thought glumly as he hurried to catch up with Clank. "Once you have, people expect you to be the second Optimus. Don't know how he puts up with it, really."
"D-don't know how you p-put up with it." Twitch semi-repeated to Clank. "C-cleaning up this stuff. D-don't you every imagine t-that t-the killer just m-might be nearby to p-pick off any en-enthusiastic autobots t-that might c-come around?
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