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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:09 pm
OPEN. The shards are united, all fragments are one...Peace. Beautiful, profound, soothing peace. Since Optimus has captured Megatron, Cybertron has been peaceful. The divide between the organics and cybertronians is being closed. Negotiations are long and tedious, but hope is strong. Bonds are forged. There is hope for the future. Many cybertronians are strongly adverse to humans, and vice versa. The outcries are largely pacified, but the problems do not dissapear. Hope remains. New bands of Cybertronians are springing up with the Allspark in safe hands. Many mechs and femmes are created. A few even chose to be... organic. Pretenders. Maximals. Predacons. Half cybertronians, half humans. A new generation. However, an equally large decepticon force is gathering in a galaxy not so far away... The peace is decieving. Megatron rallies forces from within the stocades and the bowels of Cybertron, and a new power struggle will erupt. A question arises in the hearts of the newly sparked Cybetronians. Which side will you chose?... but the hearts and sparks of the people fighting the war were never farther apart.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:10 pm
Forms: PM ME FORMS. DO NOT POST THE FORM. IT'S DISTRACTING. I am now and forever a...Autobot Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Designation: [character name here]
Skills: [Any abilities you have! Don't post weapons, they're not skills XD]
Weapons: [Post your weapons here :3]
Build: [What do you look like in robot mode? Pictures are loved, but not mandatory!]
Alt form: [Name of mode is fine, but pictures are also loved.]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits!]Decepticon Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Designation: [character name here]
Skills: [Any abilities you have! Don't post weapons, they're not skills XD]
Weapons: [Post your weapons here :3]
Build: [What do you look like in robot mode? Pictures are loved, but not mandatory!]
Alt form: [Name of mode is fine, but pictures are also loved.]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits]Human Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Name: [Your character's name]
Age: [Date of birth isn't necessary, just age.]
Gender: [Female/Male]
Appearance: [Description/pictures here :3]
Skills: [Any certain gifts or abilities should be mentioned here]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits]Halfa Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Designation: [character name here]
Skills: [Any abilities you have! Don't post weapons, they're not skills XD]
Weapons: [Post your weapons here :3]
Build: [What do you look like in robot mode? Pictures are loved, but not mandatory!]
Alt form: [Name of mode is fine, but pictures are also loved.]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits]Predacon Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Designation: [character name here]
Skills: [Any abilities you have! Don't post weapons, they're not skills XD]
Weapons: [Post your weapons here :3]
Build: [What do you look like in robot mode? Pictures are loved, but not mandatory!]
Alt form: [Name of mode is fine, but pictures are also loved. If you don't transform that's okay too.]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits]Maximal Username: [Gaiaonline username]
Designation: [character name here]
Skills: [Any abilities you have! Don't post weapons, they're not skills XD]
Weapons: [Post your weapons here :3]
Build: [What do you look like in robot mode? Pictures are loved, but not mandatory!]
Alt form: [Name of mode is fine, but pictures are also loved.]
Bio: [Where they came from, who they are, job, etcetera]
Extras: [Any other interesting tidbits]
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:14 pm
wahmbulance .Rules. wahmbulance 1.) R-E-S-P-E-C-T your fellow roleplayers. 2.) Be literate! I want at least four sentence replies. AT LEAST. 3.) Don't kill any roleplayer's characters without their permission. 4.) Don't switch sides 2390450 times. 5.) If you are a cannon character, TRY to stay in character. 6.) Don't give your character 374237934 abilities. Make them believable. 7.) SPELL CHECK is a must. I don't mind the occasional error, but I don't want to gauge my eyes out when attempting to read posts. 8.) If you leave the roleplay, TELL ME FIRST. Have your character either die off or leave as well. No mysterious dissapearances unless they're in the plot. XD 9.) You are allowed to have more then one roleplay character. ONLY use as many as YOU CAN KEEP TRACK OF. 9.) I have the right to add and remove rules at will. Check them regularly!
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:15 pm
Accepted Profiles! Autobots Username: Steal_this_username
Designation: Vira
Skills: She can infect any target with a series of infections with a small touch. Vira can give them a virus that will cripple them in seconds, if not drive their processor into madness and kill them if given a high enough dosage. Her touch is infectious and her armor is infact a containment shield.
Weapons: Her infectious touch is her main weapon. She keeps a taser at her side as well and a few nets in hip pouches.
Build: She is slim and delicate looking. The virus all but stripped the protoform, making her appear sickly and pale beneath the armour. Vira is constantly shaking, but can control most of her tremors. She has a gas mask like apparatus over her face, and a series of thick tubes running through her armour.
Alt form: http://www.webbikeworld.com/Motorcycle-news/2008-honda-motorcycles/honda-dn-01-final-burgundy.jpg
She is green instead of burgundy. The green seems to drip and ooze from her armor.
Bio: When she was sparked, a blank protoform was brought up... that was already infected with a series of dormant viruses. The moment she was brought online her spark and the diseases fused.
It made her incredibly dangerous.
The autobot scientists managed to contain the outbreak and produce an armor that could shield those around her from the deadly infections. Vira has since been trained to use her touch carefully and with great prejudice.
Extras: No one outside the medics that worked on saving her have seen her outside her thick armor. Ratchet was one of the doctors that completed the containment armor, but was not allowed to actually work on her. All medics that did had not survived. Vira strongly feels she owes Ratchet and the autobots her life.
If her armor is broken, she cannot control the viruses any more. It has only ever happened once, and 17 Cybertronians died. Vira is terrified of her armour breaking and of killing more people. She is also afraid of touching other Cybertronians, and goes out of her way to avoid touches of any kind. Username: Pilotslover
Designation: Kasu
Skills: Spark Shielding, he can make himself near invisible to scanners
Weapons: Kasu's favourite weapons are his throwing daggers, he also has a sniper rifle.
Build: Possesing a very light build (See Alt Mode), Kasu isn't exactly the tallest of bots in existence.
Exceptionally 'cute', Kasu has a rather loveable air to even his appearance.
Alt form: Silver Toyota Aygo Sport, 3 Door
Kasu
Bio: Kasu was one the science departments little experiments into direct linking code into a test subject; as such, Kasu is in possession of an impressive level of Ninja/assassin skill.
Problem is he seems rather flawed! Kasu was mis-programmed and as such he suffers from something of a PTSD after being in battle.
Base bound until the war ended, Kasu spent his time doing paper work and feeling immeasurable guilt for not being able to help the others of his kind.
Extras: Kasu is referred to as a 'Quick Strike' unit and is an effective assassin.
Username biggrin raco pendragon the first
Designation:Landfill
Skills:Able to create illusion copies of himself
Weapons:Energon buzzsaw,shoulder cannons,rist guns
Build:A green/gold repaint of animated Wreck-gar
Alt form:Garbage truck
Bio:As a medical officer,Landfill knews about nearly all cybertronian viruses.A part of Star saber's squaid,Landfill knows what Star saber wants in his commands.Landfill is always wanting to know about new viruses and organic life.Landfill always wanted to study earth life once he heard optimus prime's return to cybertron.
Extras:intelligence and cunning.
Username:draco pendragon the first
Designation:star saber
Weapons:energon sword,energy blaster, wrist guns
Skills:master swordsman
Build:looks like the transformers victory star saber
Alt form:cybertronain jet
Bio:as a member of the elite guard,star saber is a warrior that follows orders and respects his superiers.star saber's energon sword can cut throw nearly any cybertronian matrial.waiting for orders on cybertron,star saber is training and mastering the many cybertronian martial arts.
Extras:telaporting ability Decepticons Username:draco pendragon the first
Designation: Galvatron
Weapons: fusion cannon, energon chained mace, sword
Skills: swordsman, military officer
Build: Looks like transformers animated cybertronian Megatron, in a purple color and with Galvatron's head
Alt form:cybertronian fusion jet
Bio:after the failure of megatron, the decepticon tyrant Galvatron rose up and took control of a small group of decepticons, hoping to turn the rest of the Decepticon forces. His greatest foe is Star Saber.
Extras:none
Username biggrin raco pendragon the first
Designation:Onslaught
Skills:Able to creat a electro-magnetic shield around himself
Weapons:Rist gun,arm shield,backpack turrets,double bladed sword
Build:Looks like classic/universe 2.0 ultra class Onslaught
Alt form:Assualt swat vehicle
Bio:Onslaught is a power house like no other in the decepticon army.as strong as the autobot Bulkhead,Onslaught is capible to face an entire army of autobot soldiers on his own.Loyal only to Galvatron,Onslaught fights for the the control for cybertron,with his master Galvatron at its head.
Extras:near indestructible armor,and a military stratigist
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 5:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 8:22 am
Perceptor began to unhook each machine from her prone form, slowly and tediously recording data as he worked. Checking and rechecking, he was unable to leave any bit of information unfiled to some corner of his immense processor.
His patience was infinitely greater than her own, Vira was sure.
This bored her out of her processor, but complaints were never uttered. She was grateful to the team keeping her online, but check ups lasted hours on good days and solar cycles on bad.
A particularly stubborn uplink was pulled out and Vira hissed, gritting her denta to keep any vocalizations from interrupting Perceptor's delicate work and intense concentrations.
She tentatively sighed as the last piece was removed. Her vents billowed a small plume of green smoke, and he took a small sample.
"You may leave. Report 06:00/099/038."
Vira nodded at him, stretching her previously taunt cables. The inspections always made her nervous, despite the fact they were for her benefit, not her discomfort. The virus didn't appreciate the constant prodding. The basic understanding it leeched off her came from her pain; seemingly the only thing linking their existences together.
The medbay doors sealed behind her with a shutter.
Vira returned to her assigned quarters to finish her studies, the text she had been uploading to her processor being interrupted mid-way when Perceptor had requested her presence in the science office.
She picked off the pad from her desk, specially modified to handle the virus' tampering with data. It was plugged back into her processor, and the tutorial on the use and care of laser scalpels continued. More out of her own need than any curiousity, Vira had begun to study medicine. Vira knew that she would never ever practice it; no sane 'bot on the base would let them touch her, let alone treat them. That suited Vira, as she had no want to use the knowledge gained outside of keeping the virus dormant. Anything that gave her an edge over it was useful.
An emergency signal blared in her room, the communication board mounted on the door way lighting up.
"Vira, you have been stationed on earth. Prepare to leave at 15:00/099/049."
Vira's processor had barely accepted the words before the brief message had dissapeared from the screen.
Earth?
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 11:55 am
Living around others made Kasu nervous.
Most everything made Kasu nervous but it seemed the high command had ideas for the last of the Quick Strike units.
Chirping to himself miserably, Kasu headed back to his living space after his assessment and moved to lay on his berth; this was all so totally not fair!!
It wasn't that Kasu hated the idea of running in to the idea of running into a Decepticon ...
It was more that he hated the idea of running into just about anyone!
He didn't want to go!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 4:29 pm
Vira slid into the docking bay, feeling completely and utterly -for the lack of a better term - lost. She didn't want to be here, she wasn't entirely sure where she was, and she wasn't really wanted, either.
The amount of people milling about in one place was a bit astounding. The autobots converged here for their assignment, all makes and moulds scouring the massive platforms; spaceships and motorcycles wandering the enormous halls that echoed with raised voices. Everything she had ever known - from the halls of the medbay and her quiet dorm - seemed tiny in comparison.
"You in 39a?"
"You know it!"
Bits and clips of conversations met her audios, rushed and loud. Vira was semihoping she'd find someone on the same shuttle she was on, but that was unlikely.
There were very few 'bots who were allowed to go to Earth, due to the precariousness of the situation there.
Decepticons still assaulted the planet on a semi-regular basis, though the attacks were unconcentrated since Megatron had all but dissapeared into the bowels of the stockade. The humans weren't entirely comfortable with the Autobots they didn't know, thanks to the awesome impression Sentinel Prime had left. Ontop of that, most 'bots were organic-phobic, terrified of all organic life, allies or not. This bias did not simply dissapear, but it lessened with the appearance of techno organics.
'Bots avoided her constantly because of the odd and slightly ominous looking armor she wore, which was useful in such a large crowd. The bright green hazard signs helped, branded across her chest and legs. Perceptor had decided that it would be useful to mark her, to ensure no "accidents" occured to or from her journey to earth. All the looks she was recieving (not for good reason, either) made her claustrophobic. Nervousness made her protoform itch in a not so nice way, which left her feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
Vira was just about ready to withdraw and go home.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:37 pm
a cybertronian jet flow down for the skys of cybertron,heading to the elite guard command.the jet transformed in to a autobot elite guardsman named star saber."elite guard warrior star saber reporting for duty,sir."said star saber,saulting his superier officers
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 6:11 pm
on a far away planet called charr was the base for the new decepticon tyrant named galvatron.he rised for the defeat of megatron."decepticons,this is galvatron,i am taking command of the decepticons.if there is one who can stand up to me,try it."said galvatron,on the decepticons communication channels
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:14 pm
"sir,i got an order to take a few autobots to earth,i just want to know who am i taking to earth,sir."said star saber,in the presence of the elite guard supreme commander.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:53 am
If Vira happened to look to one side she would spot a smaller bot trying to melt into the shadows.
Kasu did NOT want to be there!
He hadn't even noticed the bot with the strange armour, he seemed to be wholly focused on just avoiding being seen by just about anyone else.
Being silver in colour really help!!
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:24 pm
Vira could practically feel her armor crawl, her nervousness compounded by the helplessness and humilitation she felt at getting lost. The supposedly simple task had gotten blown out of proportion quickly.... Her inability to find the platform left her feeling incapable and worst of all, weak. She was completely unsuited for life outside the laboratory, and this proved it.
Vira had stopped caring about the crowd the moment she figured out she was nowhere near the platform she was supposed to be. Her intrepedation and shyness was pushed away by necessity; the flight left the post in less that three hours.
Most of the 'bots seemed intent on avoiding her, if not ignoring her. Help was not going to be easy to find.
Vira slunk onto a nearby bench, attempting to gain her bearings.
Her nervousness churned into frustration.
"Why did they send me here....?"
Her arms wrapped tightly around her sides and she huffed.
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