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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 11:58:37 GMT -5
Intro:
Ever since Cade Yeager and his daughter (and her boyfriend) have been brought into the affairs of the Autobots and Decepticons, they have been living the life of crime. When Hong Kong was nearly obliterated by Lockdown's ship and the final battle for both Cybertronians and Humans, the government started to crack. In fact, with all of the ongoings and the fundings from UN, European Union, and so on, they've been losing money. Losing money, means inflation- and the international rulers failed to do as they were supposed to. Each nation collapsed in on itself, unable to save itself. It tumbled the world into a reign of chaos, causing humans to fend for themselves.
As for the Autobots and Decepticons? Optimus Prime is on a search in the galaxy to find the creators of his race, leaving a skilled team of Autobots upon the Earth to held defend their human friends. As far as Decepticons go? It has been rumored that Galvatron has been setting up a human with the ability to try and rule the entire world, as they are reportedly conquering the mainlands before spreading out further from their homeland.
It's Cade Yeager, and whatever rag tag team of Humans, and Autobots' job to find the person trying to take over the world, and stop Galvatron from doing any excessive damage when he finds out they're coming for him.
First Post (Here): Intro
Second Post: Rules/Guidelines for Cybertronian, Humans, and Rp
Third Post: Joining Form
Fourth Post: Cybertronians
Fifth post: Humans and their alliances
Sixth Post: Members
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 12:06:03 GMT -5
General Rules:
1) Please be literate- at least a paragraph per post! Thank you
2) I know life gets busy, as I myself tend to disappear for awhile. At least post once or twice per week if you could, in rp. Also, please give me a heads up if you cant be on for a lengthy period of time
3) Please, no excessive amount of Beast formers.
4) Follow forum rules, as they are very important to me, and others.
5) No God-modding, you must respect others and their characters. If you would like to suggest a dramatic happening to someone else's characters, ask them permission first.
6) No perfect characters either please- everyone isn't perfect whether it be human or cybertronian <3
7) Please, have fun 
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 12:10:36 GMT -5
Joining Form:
[Face claim here- if you so desire]
Name || Age || Race (human or Cybertronian?) || Alliance (Autobots or Decepticons?) ||
description || personality
If Cybertronian, what rank? (Paratrooper [i.e. Crosshairs], Scout [i.e. Bumblebee], Heavy Artillery [i.e. Hound], etc?) || History || SN || Other
codeword???
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 12:38:22 GMT -5
Autobots:
Crosshairs || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot
Crosshairs is a rather tall mech, presumably part of Cybertron's middle class in Iacon, or other places supporting and sustaining the Vehicle Cybertronian alts. As because of this, he can tell you specifically that Optimus Prime and Megatron... Excuse me, Galvatron, are part of the titan class. There is a difference y'know. Anyways, Crosshairs is made up of a color that appears to be a sort of lime green, with black accents over his alt, and sustaining a heavy black color on the tassels of his 'coat'. His alt is a 2015 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray, a rarity in of itself. Because of his sporty look, he tends to appear polished, and there hasn't been a known scar or mark upon his body in any recent time. Crosshairs is an egomaniac, emphasized mostly in maniac. He's absolutely brilliant fightwise, and aside from the snide and witty remarks he snips out, he's actually quite cool. Deep down, despite the front of being a jerk and sending out remarks, he's quite kind, although there is a certain thing he has for not liking humans. It appears he tolerates Cade Yeager, and although he hasn't allowed the man to step inside his alt, he does seem to be... Kind towards him- and only him.
His attitude also effects his relationships, as he acts as a brotherfigure to Bumblebee, and a witty and sass comeback with Drift. He doesn't really associate with anyone else, but has shown interest in one of the dinobots and has formed a rather strong bond with him. Because of this, Crosshairs has the ability to call upon him when the time of need has arrived.
|| Paratrooper , Sniper || Rped by : Tals
Fox || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot ||
Fox is one of the more 'average' sized Autobots, standing at 19'. His basic build of a cybertronian frame is a pristine white color, decorated with wires and intricate life veins from that of the Cybertronian build. Overtop of the slim frame is a sort of reddish orange hue, like that of a fox, and decorated with intricate accents of brown and black. The reason why his name is such, is because his true cybertronian name is roughly translated to that of what the humans call a fox. His body- like his sister wolf- has two broad wings protruding from his back and two small fins from the small of his back. Those turn from a warm orange, fade into an earthy brown, and the tips a black. This follows for his arms to servos, and thighs to heeled pedes. Upon his chasis on the left pectoral area is a small autobot symbol, and from the starting middle of his abdomen and pelvis plating is a dark patch of earthy brown and black hues that reach up and cover his belly before accenting up over his chasis and down his shoulders. In the same situation as that of his sibling, he flys across the sky in his cybertronian jet form, blending in mostly at the first deep orangey hues of the setting sun. || Fox is rather quiet, but dont let that fool you. The mech actually is rather foxy when it comes to playing tricks and pranks on people. Though quiet and not so approachable at first, the mech actually is gentle and caring. When finally broken the ice with, hes actually quite down to earth and one with little to say. He keeps an eye on his surroundings more than anything, and blends easily in the shadows.
|| Special OPs || Just like written before, Fox was created with his twin by the Allspark. Later on in life, he joined the Autobots with his sister, and moved up in the ranks with her before diverging off into the special ops. They were the people like Jazz- and although he wasn't small, he easily could slip by into enemy lines because of his jet alt. They did things like destroy from within, and did a very good job at it. One mission however, he ran into his sister and her lover and was forced to put down her lover. In that moment he knew a war would rage between them, and neither could ever escape. She had killed his teammates, and she made it very clear to him that he would be the last to go as a prize. The two actually were only recently called to earth- before the age of extinction- and have fought it out more than enough times. Though, each battle drew to a draw every single time. || Tals
Hot Rod || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobots
Hot Rod is comparatively smaller than that of the other autobots. Although he may not be ML's size, nor Cogman's he is still quite small for the massive beings. Standing at about 16'1", he wins the prize of the smallest 'general' out there. This doesn't stop him however, as he still remains high horsed, and brash. He certainly keeps it up in his attitude, and snappy alt mode he has adapted to in the earthly form. Its a Lamborghini Centenario LP770-4, black all about with undersides an orangey red that come up as fins through the back bumper. Atop of his 'trunk' is a large fin that rises up and expands outwards for 'racing' and speed purposes. Because of this, when he transforms, it breaks apart and joins the multitudes of pieces upon his body. Despite mostly accented of black for his Lamborghini form, he actually appears to be more of the orangey-red hue, and sleek framed. This is mostly due to the class and build of his body and where he originated from upon Cybertron. Lining his voice is a thick French Accent that he likes 'hates', and speaks a decent amount of French, if not the whole language. There isn't plating covering his abdomen from the diaphragm area, down to the V shape of his armor along his pelvis. Plating is sparsed around his body, and a wheel makes up his calves on the outer sides of his body while armor coming out and down to protect his shins. His face as a sort of look like Bumblebee to it, with no mouth and big blue optics that eagerly glow.
Hot Rod is brash, and ever so slightly, arrogant. He isn't over the top arrogant like Crosshairs is, as this is a good balance within the force of the currently stationed Autobots. As though he may act as that, he eagerly protects, and is willing to do things the right way. He's very kind- but acts rather 'cocky' around women he finds pretty (which would be almost any woman). He is quite the charmer as well, and because of this he flaunts off his multilingual talents out more than he properly does.
|| One of Prime's Generals, undercover work || As far as history goes, Hot Rod is known to be Bumblebee's former brother in arms before Prime positioned him at a higher rank. If anything, its been known that Hot Rod is Prime's chosen successor should Prime die. || Tals
Bumblebee || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot
The beloved Bee, he stands at a height of 18 feet tall. He's classified underneath the same body build of Crosshairs, as far as going the way of frame. His height- like his elder- is the same, however the outer platings, attitudes, and everything else is completely different. He's made up of a yellow color scheme, accented with black hues and intricate laces of metallic silver. He has grand door wings that spread out and wriggle to express his moods whenever he chooses to do that instead of speak his processor. He has plating that covers his whole body, save for the occasional exposed and able to see wires upon his figure, and his chasis is made up of his hood. Whether the rest of his body is located with what- its up to the mech to tell you. His alt mode is a personally chosen 2016 Chevy Camero.
Bumblebee's attitude precedes his reputation. He's sassy, and sarcastic, all the while a child at heart. He's cute and he knows it, and he's adored by most. Because of this, he tends to get away with some things more than others. Added to it, Bee uses the radio for snappy remarks and popular audios to express.. Most road rage. He's more of a current companion to Cade Yeager, as it was mostly Prime's instructions to keep him safe, but the autobots usually share and switch humans on occasion. Sharing is caring right? Also, Bumblebee can get easily offended if some remark is directed towards him, and has known to retaliate using weapons and brute force before his wits.
|| Scout || History, currently Unknown || Rped by: Smokey Feather
Hilt || Unknown Age || Cybertronian || Autobot
A bulky figure with old, bronze plating and having more of a steampunk look. Thick digits that form paw like hands, that have retractable claws. Sharp ibex horns crown her helm, with jaw horns that curl down and forward. Optics are a dull green. Her main weapons are a pair of identical metal whips, that have the option of becoming coated in oil. The oil catches fire, along with the whips. These whips, when not in use, become gauntlets. Her vehicle alt is a Pere Marquette 1225. It's bronze though, monstrous in size and not something you want to get hit with. And, the wheels have the option of changing to adapt to best grip the ground underneath it. || Hilt is rough and blunt sometimes, as she doesn't see fit in sugarcoating certain things. Smart and contemplative, she knows how to assess situations quickly, wanting the best for those she shares the battlefield with. When not in combat though, when she's at ease, she's civil enough with friends and develops a sense of dry humor.
||Scout || Hilt was a former Decepticon, working under Megatron for a while before she left to become an Autobot, changing her symbol || Rped by: Smokey Feather
Ursa Minor || Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobots ||
Minor is a femme with a 17' ft height. With a lean, more so slender, her plating is mostly a royal blue, and fashioned to look vaguely like some sort of armor, perhaps of something more medieval. Also, usually only seen when defending herself, is a long, curved piece of armor that extends over, wrapping and nearly encasing, and past each servo. Each one is silver, sharp and fashioned in vague likeness of a large fang. These have the option of retreating back and forming thicker armor along each arm. Around her helm is armor that looks a little like a hood, which also has a mask that'll close over most of her faceplates except her eyes. Forming what could almost pass as robes, Ursa has loose armor around her to protect her thin frame, the armor being rather sturdy. From her vehicle alt, which is a mostly royal blue Bell 407, her propellers bunch and hang loosely together on her back. Her optics are a bright blue. And, her Autobot symbol is located on her shoulder armor, a silver color among the royal blue. || Ursa Minor tends to come off as oblivious sometimes, but tends to produce results when you set her on course. It just takes a while for her to process things before she starts moving. That doesn't mean she's unintelligent on all levels though. She's quite useful when it comes to spywork, and even more so when it comes to repairs. Her appearance makes her seem ideal for combat, which she isn't bad at, but Minor is looked to for scoping the area, or repairing the bots that actually go in and do the dirty work. However, she can defend herself if needed though. Despite her kind, borderline clueless nature, she's the type that'll literally stab you in the back the moment you turn it, should you be a threat to her or her friends.
Medic, Scout || Minor was created along with Major to function as a duo that could fight apart or together, in sense that they could literally join and form a bigger frame. They almost found themselves apart of the Deceptions, but passed up the opportunity. It seemed the pair preferred fighting on no-one's side. This went on for many, many decades until Minor decided that just killing things wasn't the most ideal. So, with much protest from her larger counterpart, she left to be on her own. Wandered around, practicing her skill as a medic on those who needed it until she came across the Autobots, who took her in. || Smokey Feather || Can join with Ursa Major to form Ursa Adept.
Dusk || Age Unknown || Female ||
She is a slender agile blue and black fem, dual wielding knives.
Dusk is absolutely insane. She does what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. She also has little to no value of life of any kind. The only person she sometimes listens to is Spire. She is obsessed with "shineys". Note: Shineys do not have to be shiney to be a shiney.
|| No Ranking || Rped by Jack
Spire || Age Unknown || Mech
He's a red and black mech specializing in assassinations. He may be slender, but he is by no means weak. His preferred weapon is a high frequency katana, along with a sniper rifle. He also has an Iacon relic that turns him invisible.
Spire is a cold blooded killer who will pretty much do anything, for the right price. He has no love for either Autobots or Decepticons. His only companion is his partner Dusk.
|| No rank || Rped by: Jack
ML || Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot
ML is a silent bot about 5' ft high. He has no alt but makes up for this with his Copy ability, allowing him to mimic anything he sees. He is strong and fast enough to keep up with most Cybertronians. However, if he overtaxes his power gem, he will pass out until it recharges. He cannot speak normally, and uses a modified version of Morse Code to communicate.
In general, ML is a perky little bot with a strong sense of justice. He values his friends highly, and tries to make sure none of them die, even if it means sacrificing himself.
Unknown || Unknown || rped by: Jack
Ironhide || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobots ||
One of the bulkier of his kind, Ironhide stands at 22' and weighs 3.5 tons. His colors are a flat black and unpolished silver, the both of which typically darkened, dented and beat up. His most noticeable weaponry consists of the plasma cannons mounted on his forearms and his flattened, bulldog-resembling facial features. One pale blue optic flickers on occasion, the damage to it made obvious by the gashes in his armor and scratched paint along that side of his face. Ironhide, frequently going by the shortened nickname of "Hide", is renowned for being a cankerous mech with a mildly itchy trigger finger. His military-man personality- and in short his humor- is dry, sarcastic, and more often than not lacking in anything light-hearted. Still moody as can be, he's more withdrawn than he has been due to the deaths of one too many friends and the betrayal of some others, such as his former human friend William Lennox. If anything, he only thinks that humans are less deserving of being saved than he did before this last decade took place.
Weapons Specialist, Security Officer, Military Strategist || Ironhide was a former ally of the United States Military until his untimely "death" at the hands of Sentinel Prime.He's been gone the last ten years, and seems a bit outdated and lost as to today's ongoings. || ฯลฮฑgฯ
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Decepticons :
Blackout || Age Unkown || Cybertronian || Decepticons ||
Renowned Decepticon as he may be, Blackout isn't anything if not faithful. He chose his cause and he's stayed with it regardless of the ups and downs, willing as can be to take the first stab at no man's land and assure a safer passage for his fellows. He's more of a meathead than anything- anyone can rattle off any amount of information and it'll all fly right over his head. But the simple things, the ones he truly believes to be important, those he can understand. Basic concepts and desires that act as foundations for all intensive arguments. Blackout hold the alt of a MH-53M Pave Low IV Helicopter with a standard gray paint, He's got an angry face and low voice, but all in all he's little more than a simple soldier that doesn't bother himself with the intricate ongoings around him. Mildly impulsive given his position practically calls for it, the only other obviously noticeable features to this particular con is his added space in the cavity of his chest for his renowned Tracker- Scorponok
First Strike Soldier || Once a con, always a con. He's staunchly loyal to his cause and hasn't wavered since he first joined Megatron millenia ago. || ฯลฮฑgฯ
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Wolf || Age unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon
Wolf is unusually small for a Decepticon. She stands at 19' tall, with a massive black underframe for her cybertronian build. Overtop of the intricate framing and wires are slim plating, with a smokey grey color and accented with a navy blue hue that could be disputed if it was a navy or prussian blue. Attached to her bicep plating was several sheets of metal that look like feathers, with a band that raises up and is decorated with ancient Cybertronian letters. Attached to her back at the shoulder blades are long thin and expanding wings that outstretch and act according to her mood. Two smaller fins protrude at the small of her back, and tied at the slim abdomen plating is slim sheet metal that appears to be knotted and locked in place at one hip frame, with long tassels that hang down and sway with her body movements. Her arms and legs are extremely slim, and wrapping around the insides of her thigh plating are tribal tattoos that used to represent something back on Cybertron. Wolf's digits are extremely long and thin, with a sharpened point that shes found pleasure in trying to tickle the fleshies. As an alt, she resides in her Cybertronian jet, seeing as she never liked the alternative jets on planet earth- they never fit her frame nicely. Seeing as that said, when shes in her jet form, she's small and compact, with a small build and two long wings with two small fins towards the back. || Wolf is a slight sociopath. Shes not crazy- but she does know that she has no remorse or feelings towards those she fights and has as her victims. She does share a similar companionship with her fellow 'cons, and lessso with those of her brother's fellow bot side. Wolf is rather blunt as well, and will actually take to blow it up first- and if it lives, question it. This is great because of her sadistic attitude with using a tomahawk and removing the autobot fraction from the bots should they fall to her in battle.
|| Light Artillery/Distracter || Wolf was created by the Allspark with a twin known as Fox. The two were practically inseparable until the time of war arose. Both were just barely old enough to join, and the closest sign up was the autobots. Because of this, they jumped in ahead with the autobots without really thinking through about their frame build, and assets. Over the course of time, Wolf and Fox went up the ranks of the Autobots and Fox diverged on a path for Special Ops. Meanwhile, Wolf worked with the Femmes- Elita 4, Chromia, and Windblade. Her personality was brought out more then, finding herself in a situation where she had held her tomahawk in her servo and stared up in awe at a decepticon mech. At first, it was innocent and her curiosity brought the best of her to this mech, until eventually he convinced her to join the Con cause. The excuse was because she acted just like them, and it was born then that she enjoyed living by no rules of life should be protected. Over the course of time, she ultimately fell in love with the mech and he did the same before one fateful battle took him away from her. The death of her lover was caused by Fox, and from that moment on she vowed to kill and deplate the autobot symbol on every autobot she shot down in action. It was simple- starting with scouts before she managed to remove her brother's team and leave him alone as his symbol for a prize. The current symbol total is currently 25- and she has them as a charm dangling in the tassels that hang from her hip plating. || Tals
Karou || Unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon ||
Karou is quire small, standing only 17 feet tall, and his alt form is a Jagdpanther with the 8,8 cm Kwk 43/4 L71 gun and a decepticon symbol right below the gun. He is what you could describe as a long range mobile glass cannon. He's fast, has a mean bite, and is fragile. Karou's armor plating is meant to look strong and bulky, even though it only is in a couple of places. His entire head is covered in thick steel plating, with a slit for his eyes, with a decepticon symbol on the armor in front of his mouth. There are two thick steel plates on his upper torso that extend a few inches above his shoulders before tilting back to an edge. The rest of his body is covered in steel plates that only look tough, which are no more than a couple of millimeters thick in reality. He has a set of tracks on the front of each of his legs that allow him to stay mobile, even when crouching. The entire gun assembly is built into his right arm, replacing his hand and making cqc fights rather difficult. His only real defense up close is a small sword that slides out of his left arm and a small machine gun mounted on the right side of his head. || Karou is quiet, reserved, and rather laid back, but can be serious when he needs to be. He follows orders to the t, and hates to lose. Unless specifically ordered not to, he will sometimes go out on his own to try to settle a grudge or just whittle the enemy numbers. Unless swift action is necessary, he likes to blow apart whatever he's shooting at from a safe distance before killing them, usually going for the legs, then the arms.
Sniper, Light Artillery || Karou has been on earth for a while, showing up around the time of World War 1. He's always been a decepticon sympathizer, but only recently joined them. || Starflight || Other
Stone Rhino (or just Rhino for short) || Unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon ||
Stone Rhino's alt form is a dark grey ACH-47A Heavily Armored Chinook, with tribal patterns in white. He specializes in close range engagements, having a 20 mm autocannon mounted underneath each arm, a 40 mm grenade launcher, and an assortment of close range weapons. His main weapon of choice is a dual bladed scythe nearly as tall as he is. He has a sword on his back, and the two sets of helicopter blades are attached to the left and right sides of his upper back. In his mech form he stands comfortably at 30 feet tall, but can fully extend his reverse jointed legs to become a little over 35 feet tall. The thick armor plating on his helm forms something that looks like a skull, with the white tribal paint adding to the effect. His armor looks bulky, and it is. All of the armor on his head and front is extremely thick, nearly impenetrable to smaller caliber cannons and low velocity shells. His torso and hands can twist around a full 360 degrees, making melee attacks extremely lethal if he has the time and distance to build up speed. Being so large and heavy, he is slow, and building up speed takes a long distance. || Stone Rhino likes to keep his sense of humor at all times, and makes a point of trying to lighten up dark situations. He tends to be protective of his comrades, and this can lead him to be a little reckless at times. However, his admirable actions have led him high in the ranks, despite his complete lack of strategic planning.
Brawler || Stone Rhino and Karou fought together in the Cybertron Civil War. However, while Karou went his separate way afterwards, Stone Rhino remained with the Decepticons, and recently arrived on Earth. He was sent to join up with the group currently nearest to the Autobots' location.|| Starflight || Other
No Allegiance:
Queen Basilisk || Unknown || Cybertonian || No alliance || Queen Basilisk is tall enough, standing at 20 ft, with a lean frame that's plated with silver and black shelling that is made to look like large scales, with horns erupting in some areas. These horns are located on her forehelm, and go all the way down to her lower back, fashioned like some sort of Native American headdress the chiefs wore. She also has these spikes along her arms below her elbow, which curve back to direct up her arms. Her optics are a pale white color. And, she has a long, winding tail that she uses a number of different purposes. Built in weapons include guns in her shoulders and left forearm, and a gas that decays organic life, located in a chamber in her throat. In her right forearm is basically what functions as a crossbow, or bolt shooter. Her vehicle alt is a pale gray B2 Spirit.
This fem is rather quiet unless you talk to her. If you do, she quickly proves to be more than quiet. Still collected and sharp, she tends to be hostile until you prove the situation is otherwise. To those who have a sense of respect, she is quite civil and considerate. To those lacking respect, or common sense mostly, she'll kick you right in the faceplates.
||Scientist, Paratrooper || Ever since she came to be, Queen Basilisk has been a scientist. It doesn't matter what's put on her table, as long as it's interesting. However, she has worked for groups as a soldier before, up until The Fallen stirred. After that, she mostly kept to herself, entertaining herself with whatever unlucky soul came across her. || Rped by Smokey Feather ||
Ursa Major || Unknown || Cybertronian || No alliance ||
Major is a mech with a 31' ft height and a mean looking frame. Like a boulder with arms and legs, and a tall boulder at that. His coloring consists of mainly dark gray, due to his alt, which is a AH-64 Apache. The propellers, like his sister Ursa Minor, just hang loosely on his back. His armor is also similar to his sister's, the only difference being the spikes on his shoulders and arms. And also, he has loops of bullet cases in an "X" hugging his torso, and another snaking around his waist like multiple belts. These are linked to guns that sprout from his shoulders and lower back. Major also has two blades for each arm, but his actually start on the backs of his servos, Minor's starting at her elbow. These blades are flat, and have a second tip like a shark fin that curves back. This second tip is used to dig into and shred armor or disarm another of unattached weapons. He doesn't have a noticeable human look, like most Cybertronian alts do. Aside from the upright, bipedal frame, that's just about it. Just mess of jagged protrusions, the most noticeable ones being where his nose would be located, one on each curve of the of the mandible, and one on each temple. Each horn curves a little out and upward, then right back, slightly, toward his helm. He doesn't have the usual round optics, instead having two slits on each side of his face that glow a bright blue, and don't "blink." And, he lacks a mouth. It's just smooth plating where it should be, but Major is able to speak. You just don't see him actually do it, if that makes sense. || Ursa Major is the one you don't want to come across while lacking proper defense. He will step on your neck just for fun if he's able. Unlike his sister, he is the more intelligent sibling, but he lacks the kindness Minor has. Now, he's no Decepticon, even though he has the makings to be one, but he is pretty violent. So violent that he has multiple hideouts where he keeps trophies of everything he's ever killed, having little to nothing else to do anymore. However, he does have a sense of reason with his sister, and the very, very, very small handful of those who can call him a friend. He's like a mentally troubled attack dog. Unpredictable and violent, but good to have on your side.
Heavy Artillery || Created with his sister Ursa Minor, even though they look a little different. The pair had actually been fun to be around until they started putting their combat skills to use. However, Major ended up scaring Minor off. Alone, he was left to become bitter and angry, to everyone but her actually. Without Minor to keep him in check, he'd been left to start his gruesome collection of trophies. Well hidden hideouts, mostly abandoned buildings or caves at this point. Nothing special besides the sickening contents, some locations left abandoned by him and left for other Cybertronians to see and be spooked. Major just hasn't had the time to manage them all, given recent events of everyone turning on each other. || Smokey Feather || Can join with Ursa Minor to form Ursa Adept
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:10:17 GMT -5
Humans :
Cade Yeager || 36 || Human || Autobots
Cade Yeager was living in Texas when the beginning of the Age of Extinction plot had gone down. He survived from Texas, to Chicago, and from Chicago, to Hong Kong. There, he had eliminated his enemy alongside Optimus Prime. That being said, Cade had seem some things. But now that he's living with the Autobots- hes managed to set up a rebellion (albeit small) and run after the person attempting to try and make a one world order by taking advantage of the fallen governments.
Standing 5'8", Cade has made an appearance and his delights in wearing black t-shirts, dirtied blue jeans and cowboy boots. His hair lengthened, tickling at the edges of his ears and bangs occasionally sticking within his eyelashes. His eyes are a deep, rich brown and his skin is tanned. Slightly dirtied, this man roughhouses and gets his hands dirtied- despite the protests of the occasional autobots who wish to keep their interior clean. This man also supports cybertronian weapons he had crafted, due to the fact he was a former inventor before everything had gone to absolute crap.
Cade is a family man, and he looks after his friends like no tomorrow. If they were in the ride, then they ultimately could go on with a breath of relief knowing that Cade was there to help. He's serious, and despite being down to earth with Bumblebee and some of the younger bots, he's like Optimus Prime. In the sense, he gets down to business when its supposed to happen, and he will reflect back in taunts and sneers if you ultimately tick him off. Its more of a defensive system really. Added to it, he's more of a man who loves to be hands on, whether it be trying out new weapons, or just being hand to hand combat. Really though, its hard to fight hand to hand with an autobot however.
|| Moreso a... Human Rebellion Leader against the oncoming darklord || History has been mentioned in Age of Extinction || Rped by: Tals
Caireann Sweeney
|| Currently 17 years of age || Human || AutobotCaireann is one minute younger than her brother, Colmac, and was born on February 26th, 1998. Just like her elder brother, the young twin was born and mostly raised in Birr, Ireland.
When anyone first meets Caireann, she acts the opposite of her 'shy' brother, and seems a bit demanding and crude. Because of this, she introduces herself more to others and then shies away from further contact. Being an acquaintance is more than enough for her, but her brother always says otherwise, and makes friends through her brother. She giggles a lot, though mostly at her internal conversations and dark humor really. That being said, she listens more than she speaks, and she finds out more information than that of what could originally be thought of.
Her name means 'little beloved' and it is a truly endearing title as her brother treats her like a princess and he, the knight. Though, she isn't totally spoiled, she has several scars to prove that just like her brother. Her eyes are a blue-green, more blue than they are of the latter color and cascading around her shoulders are dark chocolate locks. Her frame is small, and she stands close to 5'8", just shy of her elder twin. Caireann's hair is usually pulled into a half-pony tail, and its braided along the sides. Her skin is just as pale as her brother's, but not her accent. Its not as thick as her brother's and you can actually make out most of her words than that of her brothers. It used to be horrid, but it declined and she's great at pretending an American accent. Dancing over her skin are scars- more of the skin raising than that of stretch marks. Two scars go down the front edges of her neck like slits, and there's more webbed vein markings along the small of her back and the little 'veins' protrude at the edges of her belly and bellybutton.
Caireann wears blue skinny jeans, which are ripped at the knees and reveal large holes and scabbed skin, with black boots that are lined with fur on the inside and edges. Sitting over her torso is a long, white sleeved sweater that offer thumb holes. Over that is a champaign colored wool vest, and its made of a looser material that its soft and hangs loosely. Tucked at the collar of her white sweater is mint green, mirrored aviator's glasses- just as in the shame fashion of her twin.
|| Hasn't been placed in any sort of rank quite yet || Her brother is mentioned as above- however he isn't with her as of this time || Rped By: Tals
Lorraine Isabelle Solomon || Age 33 || Human || Neutral ||
5'7", blue-eyed and medium length wavy black hair; even if she frequently bleaches it to an ombre. Lorra is a compact, muscled woman with tanned skin and a few scarce placement of scars from struggles pertaining to daily life and childhood misadventures. She was born in British Columbia (Canada) and while once upon a time she may have embraced the stereotype of her people, she now attempts socializing in a withdrawn, nearly passive aggressive aura in an attempt to keep herself separated from the petty dramas of other people. She prefers her isolation, and while mildly introverted, she typically expresses herself through the use of a punching bag or the small leather notebook she keeps on hand at all times. Lorra, isolated as she is, now works a refinery job as an EMT. Her closest friends consist of her fellow co-workers on the night shift, and once in a blue moon she can be caught laughing in the break room, the only dead giveaway being her occasional snort- something she's so self-conscious of that she finds herself uncomfortable so much as smiling in public for risk of releasing one. As such, comedians seem to be her weak spot; she either adores or despises them.
N/A || She lived a normal life as an aspiring editor and spent two years of it living with her then boyfriend Matthew Trent, whom she broke up with after the events taking place in Chicago with the Deceptions and Autobots. She quit her job and moved into the country, where she hoped she could get away from the chaos and now struggles with recreating her social life given her differences with the other women in her neighborhood.|| ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. ||
Dr. Rymara || Mid 20s || Human || Alliance: Unknown
Standing at 6'2, Rymara has an imposing look about her. Her face is is slender, which matches the rest of her body. Her skin is quite pale. Her silver hair is long, drooping around her elbows, and is usually not tied in any fashion. Her green eyes give her a piercing gaze through her glasses. Her usual attire is a dark grey dress with a lighter green top, and a white long coat. She holds herself with an air of authority, and is highly intelligent. She speaks with a Brittish accent
Rymara has a dry sense of humor, and dislikes having her time wasted. However on the whole she is mostly pleasent to be around. She tends to look at the world from a very logical stance, making her seem cold hearted at times.
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:11:32 GMT -5
Members:
Tals
Smokey (Hiatus)
Jack
Egi
Starflight
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:11:52 GMT -5
Backup 2
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:12:17 GMT -5
Backup 3
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:12:54 GMT -5
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 26, 2017 13:35:20 GMT -5
(WIP. Will finish and start others when I can :'3) Queen Basilisk || Unknown || Cybertonian || No alliance || Queen Basilisk is tall enough, standing at 20 ft, with a lean frame that's plated with silver and black shelling that is made to look like large scales, with horns erupting in some areas. These horns are located on her forehelm, and go all the way down to her lower back, fashioned like some sort of Native American headdress the chiefs wore. She also has these spikes along her arms below her elbow, which curve back to direct up her arms. Her optics are a pale white color. And, she has a long, winding tail that she uses a number of different purposes. Built in weapons include guns in her shoulders and left forearm, and a gas that decays organic life, located in a chamber in her throat. In her right forearm is basically what functions as a crossbow, or bolt shooter. Her vehicle alt is a pale gray B2 Spirit. || This fem is rather quiet unless you talk to her. If you do, she quickly proves to be more than quiet. Still collected and sharp, she tends to be hostile until you prove the situation is otherwise. To those who have a sense of respect, she is quite civil and considerate. To those lacking respect, or common sense mostly, she'll kick you right in the faceplates. Scientist, Paratrooper || Ever since she came to be, Queen Basilisk has been a scientist. It doesn't matter what's put on her table, as long as it's interesting. However, she has worked for groups as a soldier before, up until The Fallen stirred. After that, she mostly kept to herself, entertaining herself with whatever unlucky soul came across her. || Smokey Feather || Derpticons Hilt || Unknown || Cybertonian || Autobots || A bulky figure with old, bronze plating and having more of a steampunk look. Thick digits that form paw like hands, that have retractable claws. Sharp ibex horns crown her helm, with jaw horns that curl down and forward. Optics are a dull green. Her main weapons are a pair of identical metal whips, that have the option of becoming coated in oil. The oil catches fire, along with the whips. These whips, when not in use, become gauntlets. Her vehicle alt is a Pere Marquette 1225. It's bronze though, monstrous in size and not something you want to get hit with. And, the wheels have the option of changing to adapt to best grip the ground underneath it. || Hilt is rough and blunt sometimes, as she doesn't see fit in sugarcoating certain things. Smart and contemplative, she knows how to assess situations quickly, wanting the best for those she shares the battlefield with. When not in combat though, when she's at ease, she's civil enough with friends and develops a sense of dry humor. Scout || Hilt was a former Decepticon, working under Megatron for a while before she left to become an Autobot, changing her symbol. || Smokey Feather || |
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:39:09 GMT -5
Okie dokie hun~ ))
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 26, 2017 13:50:34 GMT -5
Name: Spire
Age: Unknown
Race: Cybertronian
Alliance: None
Description: A red and black mech specializing in assassinations. He may be slender, but he is by no means weak. His preferred weapon is a high frequency katana, along with a sniper rifle. He also has an Iacon relic that turns him invisible.
Personality: A cold blooded killer who will pretty much do anything, for the right price. He has no love for either Autobots or Decepticons. His only companion is his partner Dusk.
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Name || Age || Race (human or Cybertronian?) || Alliance (Autobots or Decepticons?) ||
description || personality
Name: Dusk
Age: Unknown
Race: Cybertronian
Alliance: None
Description: A slender agile blue and black fem, dual wielding knives.
Personality: Dusk is absolutely insane. She does what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. She also has little to no value of life of any kind. The only person she sometimes listens to is Spire. She is obsessed with "shineys". Note: Shineys do not have to be shiney to be a shiney.
password: derpicons
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 26, 2017 13:51:26 GMT -5
Sorry its short, but I have a few side projects going on that need my brain meats
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 13:57:52 GMT -5
lol that's alright~ Ill add you))
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 19:40:11 GMT -5
Added- mostly haha
I'm debating if I should add Yeager a human friend to keep him more entertained than the autobots lawl
ajdns Ill make a starter asap
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Post by Tals on Jun 26, 2017 19:58:15 GMT -5
Cade Yeager and Crosshairs :
Cade stepped out of the alt mode that Crosshairs held. Despite having claimed that Cade hadn't been in his alt- he could now say otherwise. As soon as he was fully removed from the sports vehicle, a loud and excited groan escaped from Crosshairs' radio and the sound of metallic easing along itself as his massive body started to twist and contort. The clinking continued, followed by the whirring of fans and the sudden burst of wind came out as the tail coats of the paratrooper fluttered out and soon hung around behind his legs.
Slung onto Cade's shoulder was a strap, holding a makeshift cybertronian weapon that was Human size. He hand gently nudged the object behind him, the soft clicking object rubbing against his spine as he walked towards the run down city. Ever since coming back to America, he had found out that his beloved country had fallen apart into pieces that were possibly never able to be rebuilt once again. He was well aware that many would blame Prime and Megatron- and admittedly, yes he probably would have to. But instead, the former inventor found ways to accept what happened, and to realize it probably would have happened anyways. There was nothing he could do, and that was fine. All he needed to do was live.
So, here he was, slowly walking in the searing heat of the most notoriously hot road of the US... The city was to act as a hiding spot for the group until further notice, and it proved to have been a good choice. Rising high above was a grand cathedral, and the building looked as if it had been shut down. Glancing upwards, Cade sent the Paratrooper a smirk and earned a heavy frown in return. No remarks were needed, and they walked on in silence until Crosshairs opted to speak.
"Ye think they're all scattered huh?"
"I know they did. The first things to go down are the cities. As soon as panic sets in and the recognition that whatever farming skills they don't have, they raid the stores and then, gangs form. From there, massacre. You're lucky to make it out alive if anything," Cade explained.
For a moment, Crosshairs let his fans whir loudly as he thought, his processor calculating for a brief second before he chuckled. "And they say I'm a not fully, evolved."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 27, 2017 8:07:32 GMT -5
(Working on a reply :'3)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 27, 2017 18:01:45 GMT -5
(I'm just gonna say Spire and Dusk are working with the Autobots for now, just because they were closest group nearby)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 27, 2017 19:26:28 GMT -5
(Does it matter if my reply is shorter? :'3)
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Post by Tals on Jun 27, 2017 22:35:35 GMT -5
Okay Jack- ill fix that relatively soon
and yeah it can be shorter than mine Schmokey~ As long as its slightly descriptive and not like two sentences then its okay!
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 28, 2017 0:01:43 GMT -5
(Sorry it's so short, and kind of bad in quality, but I hope it's okay! I've been busy, and an going to still be busy tomorrow, so I wanted to get something in so I wouldn't keep anyone waiting :c It's been a while since a TF rp for me, so I'm a little rusty x3)
Bumblebee:
There to follow Cade and Crosshairs was a familiar yellow individual. Rolling up, the Camero started to switch shape just before fully stopping. Hollow warbles and whirrs sounded as Bee twisted and shifted into view, metal clicking and sliding in and out of place to remake. When done, his wings twitched, large blue optics staring as he chirped softly. Straightening up, he took a moment to look around, taking in the sights, and lack of humans. Yet, there really was no surprise present on his faceplates, just a neutral look. A city with even alittle human activity was hard to find these days. Used to seeing such empty views, he allowed his attention to be brought away from it, listening to the brief words exchanged by Cade and Crosshairs. It seemed the humans did indeed scatter, ever since cracks formed in the shell of every authority around. Walking a little behind his friends, he took the opportunity to have another glancing around, remaining quiet for the time being. Then, he tilted his helm before turning, blinking once as something caught his attention. "Picking up on- stationary- life signature." Using his number of different voice frequencies to communicate, he pointed a digit to where he supposedly got a reading. It wasn't familiar, but it was Cybertronian. Still, he did nothing, pausing after a moment to look back at the others for their opinion. Opinion on whether to investigate or not, given it could literally be anything at this point.
Bumblebee could admit he was slightly annoyed though. There wasn't supposed to be anything alive, bigger than a dog, in the city. So that meant someone was either following them, or they simply just missed whatever it was before they actually pulled into the city.
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Post by Tals on Jun 28, 2017 17:32:24 GMT -5
that's alright hun- it looks great actually!!)
and Ill add Hilt and Basilik, as well as fix Spire and Dusk- Ill make a reply. However, I will be poofy caus I'm making a transformers edit, bear with me. ))
Note for anyone who joins/comes on: I will be very poofy/busy from this Friday, through next week. I apologize for late notice ))
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jun 28, 2017 19:08:36 GMT -5
work in progress
count: 3 male 2 female
ironhide, blackout, lorraine, splice, blitzkrieg. 
faceclaim: bayformers blackout.
Blackout || Age Unkown || Cybertronian || Decepticons ||
Renowned Decepticon as he may be, Blackout isn't anything if not faithful. He chose his cause and he's stayed with it regardless of the ups and downs, willing as can be to take the first stab at no man's land and assure a safer passage for his fellows. He's more of a meathead than anything- anyone can rattle off any amount of information and it'll all fly right over his head. But the simple things, the ones he truly believes to be important, those he can understand. Basic concepts and desires that act as foundations for all intensive arguments. Blackout hold the alt of a MH-53M Pave Low IV Helicopter with a standard gray paint, He's got an angry face and low voice, but all in all he's little more than a simple soldier that doesn't bother himself with the intricate ongoings around him. Mildly impulsive given his position practically calls for it, the only other obviously noticeable features to this particular con is his added space in the cavity of his chest for his renowned Tracker- Scorponok.
First Strike Soldier || Once a con, always a con. He's staunchly loyal to his cause and hasn't wavered since he first joined Megatron millenia ago. || ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. || Other
faceclaim; serinda swan.
Lorraine Isabelle Solomon || Age 33 || Human || Neutral ||
5'7", blue-eyed and medium length wavy black hair; even if she frequently bleaches it to an ombre. Lorra is a compact, muscled woman with tanned skin and a few scarce placement of scars from struggles pertaining to daily life and childhood misadventures. She was born in British Columbia (Canada) and while once upon a time she may have embraced the stereotype of her people, she now attempts socializing in a withdrawn, nearly passive aggressive aura in an attempt to keep herself separated from the petty dramas of other people. She prefers her isolation, and while mildly introverted, she typically expresses herself through the use of a punching bag or the small leather notebook she keeps on hand at all times. Lorra, isolated as she is, now works a refinery job as an EMT. Her closest friends consist of her fellow co-workers on the night shift, and once in a blue moon she can be caught laughing in the break room, the only dead giveaway being her occasional snort- something she's so self-conscious of that she finds herself uncomfortable so much as smiling in public for risk of releasing one. As such, comedians seem to be her weak spot; she either adores or despises them.
N/A || She lived a normal life as an aspiring editor and spent two years of it living with her then boyfriend Matthew Trent, whom she broke up with after the events taking place in Chicago with the Deceptions and Autobots. She quit her job and moved into the country, where she hoped she could get away from the chaos and now struggles with recreating her social life given her differences with the other women in her neighborhood.|| ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. || Other
faceclaim; bayformers ironhide
Ironhide || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobots ||
One of the bulkier of his kind, Ironhide stands at 22' and weighs 3.5 tons. His colors are a flat black and unpolished silver, the both of which typically darkened, dented and beat up. His most noticeable weaponry consists of the plasma cannons mounted on his forearms and his flattened, bulldog-resembling facial features. One pale blue optic flickers on occasion, the damage to it made obvious by the gashes in his armor and scratched paint along that side of his face. Ironhide, frequently going by the shortened nickname of "Hide", is renowned for being a cankerous mech with a mildly itchy trigger finger. His military-man personality- and in short his humor- is dry, sarcastic, and more often than not lacking in anything light-hearted. Still moody as can be, he's more withdrawn than he has been due to the deaths of one too many friends and the betrayal of some others, such as his former human friend William Lennox. If anything, he only thinks that humans are less deserving of being saved than he did before this last decade took place.
Weapons Specialist, Security Officer, Military Strategist || Ironhide was a former ally of the United States Military until his untimely "death" at the hands of Sentinel Prime.He's been gone the last ten years, and seems a bit outdated and lost as to today's ongoings. || ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. || Other
faceclaim: n/a
Splice || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || In Flux ||
description and personality
alt: rally fighter. 17'5".
rank || history || ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. || Other
faceclaim: n/a
Blitzkrieg || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot
description and personality
alt: terex 33-19 "titan". 66'.
rank || history || ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. || Other
derpticons.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 29, 2017 11:51:28 GMT -5
Both Spire and Dusk appeared out of thin air as Dusk said "Something living, soon to die, caus we wont see eye to eye" as she stood on one arm upside down, staring at a rock underneath her. "We should proceed with caution. The humans are ever fond of setting traps with live bait" said Spire, as he surveyed the area through the scope of his rifle.
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jun 29, 2017 19:28:43 GMT -5
(( sorry the forms have taken me so long and are so inadequate, i'm honestly horrible with forms since i haven't written them in forever. :/
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Post by Tals on Jun 29, 2017 19:44:36 GMT -5
its lookin good Egi~ ))
Cade and Crosshairs:
"Thanks Bee," Cade told the large yellow mech. His head tilted upwards in the direction of the other sporty-cybertronian before continuing his soft trek towards the cathedral. His eyes shifted, body turning and twisting slightly before he gave a low sigh through his nose. Crosshairs was moving in the same pace as Cade, his helm twisting this way and that and audio receivers pricked. His optics slowly rotated and shifted, the two coming to a pause. The soft fans in his faceplates whirred, a soft inhale coming into his systems as he searched the area.
"The smell of another human too," he remarked to Bee and Cade, Aussie accent thick as he moved a bit more 'steathily' across the ground.
It was shortlived, Caireann darting across the scenery and coming to a pause in steps when she saw the glint reflecting from Spire's scope. Her frame dropped, body ducking behind a piece of concrete as she opted to move around the siblings but... Ended up not seeing the larger ones? Anywho, the female kept eye up at the two human sized ones, eyes shifting slightly.
Cade then looked at Bee. "Any explanation on the other two signals?" he asked curiously, hands shifting to grab at his weapon and giving a low growl from his throat. "Because it would come in handy- and I have a feelin theyre closer than wanted."
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Post by Tals on Jun 29, 2017 19:46:29 GMT -5
(( sorry the forms have taken me so long and are so inadequate, i'm honestly horrible with forms since i haven't written them in forever. :/ Nah that's alright hun~ Ill add Lorraine since she appears done first~)) |
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jun 29, 2017 20:13:31 GMT -5
(( ya i'll keep quirking with them and try to get them looking a lil better lol, i can make a starter for lorraine though just so i have something up ;A;
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jun 29, 2017 20:56:58 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She missed the people. She looked at her once great city and imagined the sidewalks crowded with people, the streets choked with traffic. She'd sit on the fire escape to her old broken down apartment complex and just marvel at it all as the times changed. Everybody ran for the hills, but here she was. Still here, staggering on, fighting to keep living her life. She thought of her little truck puttering along this very road every night as she drove to work, of the fun times she'd had singing horribly in the front seat with her beefy coworkers carpooling in the back. There'd been so much life. Now the streets were barren and the only good thing was what little growth managed to spurt from the cracks in the ground created by the feet of the very aliens that destroyed her city. But, away from her depressive thoughts. Back to reality. She started her day working her hair back into a braid, fitting a lightweight turtleneck over her muscled upper body and pulling the collar all the way up. Over that she fit a baseball cap atop her head, then a hood to further contort her image. The baggier and more manly she looked, the better off she'd be. With that done she swung her backpack onto her shoulders and went out. The heat was nearly unbearable, but that was alright. She kept to the sides of the streets and in the shade cast by the looming buildings, her booted feet kicking pebbles over with each indifferent attempt to make some sort of noise in the quiet. She had to go to the store, ironically enough, but now the entire world was her store. She rummaged about, trying to find the things she needed and all the while maintain a low and intimidated profile. She wanted to go home to her dingy little place with its triple deadbolt locked door, where she could curl into a ball on her stiff mattress and jump awake every time she heard even the smallest sound. She wanted to leave, but she wasn't sure breaking routine would do anything but get her killed. What kind of life was this? The loneliness had to be the worst part of it. She'd never been good at socializing, she rather preferred being on her own, but she'd liked being alone in a crowded room. She didn't like that the emptiness stepped out of her own feelings and emotional viewpoint and into the real world where she physically couldn't escape it.
Drawn from her thoughts by a quiet crackling, her eyes uplifted to the faint warm glow of flame, breath hitching in her throat and heart giving a nervous stutter in her chest. Any flame or smoke was bad- it meant someone or something had been around recently. So she turned right around and went in the opposite direction, choosing to move closer toward the edge of the city. Out there she'd be able to see a little more, and if she noticed anything incoming she could hide away back in the cement jungle that had once been so much more than the hollowed out husk it now was.
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Post by Tals on Jun 29, 2017 21:02:41 GMT -5
Okie dokie hun~
If you want maybe Crosshairs could find Lorraine? Its totally your call))
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