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LET'S BE CUTE

stabbywheelfeet — Mon, 23 May 2011 05:55:43 GMT

[Who knows why this is happening. It doesn't even really make sense. Maybe there was a report of Soundwave making Decepticon fish. Yeah, that sounds good.]

[Either way, whatever the reason, there is an Autobot standing ankle-deep in an African river. He appears to be idly examining something captured in his hands. He grins, suddenly, and turns to face the bank.]

I think I found something that wants to meet you!

I abuse this musebox :|a

weaponsparked — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 07:35:34 GMT

[You know what's on TV right now? A cooking show. About making pies. Yes, that's right. Pies. Fruit, cream, key lime... it's just a general pie show.

And, not to be outdone by some silly show, someone has gone up to his elbows in flour and an amalgamation of ingredients that was probably intended to be pie crust. Hey, he's doing his best. This cooking thing is new.

... As is that smear of chocolate across his cheekbone. Where did that even come from?]

/Causes a distraction

show_my_cannons — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 06:48:30 GMT

[Well. Since once again, it seems the local weather machines are on the fritz, the city is covered in heavy, heavy snow. There's no getting to work, supply stores... nothing.

And, of course, in a contrived bit of plot coincidence, this weather dispute coincides with another sort of body-swap. Of course, this time, certain parties were prepared for it. Somewhere along the line, someone equipped the library with a fireplace. And a human couch. Complete with blankets and whatnot.

Ironhide is attempting to make use of this fireplace, cursing, sweating, and generally doing a terrible job of it. At least until, in an explosive moment, the fire bursts to life, and he falls backward onto his ass.

He practically beams.]

Hah! I... have made fire.

herp derp Ro humors me too much

idkmybffairraid — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 05:11:54 GMT

[This is Air Raid's place. Why is it Air Raid's place? Who knows? Possibly because a certain red car moved in and refuses to get his speedy backside out again.

Of course, sharing space, however temporary it is -- what with the evacuation and all -- comes with potentially dubious benefits. He really doesn't think anyone's around right now. Which may or may not be true. He hopes it's true, anyway.

Why?

Because said red car is currently dancing in the living room. To his internal radio. Either that or he's putting himself through a workout. But from the way he's... shaking... things, it's much more likely he's trying to break it down.

Without getting caught.]

weaponsparked — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 06:39:35 GMT

[Nondescript Autobot quarters? Check. People-sized? Check. Nondescript furnishings and decor...

Not so much a check. There are Christmas colors everywhere. Lights, wreaths, stockings, and everything else in between. It's like Santa's village exploded all over the place. Snow is outside, and someone managed to coax a fire to life in the fireplace. Victory! There's even mistletoe.

The tree, though, it's looking a little sad. Covered in silver tinsel and what have you. Someone is struggling to get the lights up. On a ladder that may or may not have seen better days.]

Damn you... stay up!

stabbywheelfeet — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 09:19:56 GMT

[This isn't exactly the place you'd expect to find robots. There's nothing but snow and fields for miles. Maybe a few clusters of scrawny, bent over trees here and there, hunched under the weight of the snow. Deep snow, too. Several feet deep - enough to where certain fleets of robots are likely stuck where they are until one of them can plow a path through it...

... In the meantime...

No one's around. There's a gap in the satellite coverage. Which makes this the perfect opportunity for certain 'Bots to start sneaking up on their companions... with a handful of snow.]

DERP DERP

show_my_cannons — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 07:31:09 GMT

[Again, this is the nondescript Autobot living quarters. And, here, within this sanctuary, there is suddenly a large, fancy television set. Or whatever the high-tech version is.

The weapons master is futzing with it, trying to put what looks like a futuristic DVD thing into it.

It appears to be defeating him soundly.]

DERP DERP

weaponsparked — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 05:52:55 GMT

[And once again, we find ourselves in the nondescript Autobot quarters. It's evening, and it's cold. The temperature has, unfortunately, not dissuaded a certain leggy 'Bot from investigating what appears to be a spontaneously appearing balcony. He has a blanket draped around him, and is staring up at a spray of ... shooting stars. Beautiful! Fabulous!]

... I wonder how many of those are actual meteors, and how many are just space trash.

[Moment ruined.]

RED MADE ME DO IT

getoutsideswipe — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 06:34:41 GMT

[ Maybe this is a bar, or maybe this is a certain apartment, but either way, someone's been drinking. Someone's been drinking a lot, since there's a jet trying to build towers out of empty engergon cubes. He can get about four or five in a stack before he knocks it over. ]

Wassis. S'not... s'not level. Floor's all slanted. I can't even... build. Everythin's... fallin' over.

I gotta do it again.

In need of something random

stabbywheelfeet — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 10:34:19 GMT

[Once again, we look in on the nondescript living quarters of various giant alien robots. It's your typical afternoon, albeit a gray, rainy one.

The 'Bot in question is spending his afternoon sprawled lazily on a couch, dozing comfortably. There is a can of wax on the floor next to him, but he doesn't seem inclined to pick it up just yet. He's far too relaxed right now.

Can't let that happen, can we?]

[Open RP post?]

like_a_bossbot — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 03:18:48 GMT

ohai random excuse to use sexy human pbs.

Random RP Post because I can

redfirelight — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 07:29:21 GMT

[This is the nondescript headquarters of the super-human super-spies! There's all kinds of neat stuff. Like living quarters, offices full of awesome computers, labs, medical wards... gyms... rec rooms. All the usual stuff you find in big HQs like this.

Including people! All kinds of people! Who do you want to bother today?]

More of the same? Probably. But dammit, it's happy and we need some happy.

andallthatme — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 07:23:03 GMT

[ So this is a library.

Shush, we totally have a library now.

And in this library is a couch. And on this couch there is a Jazz. He had been reading something, but it appears he's dozed off. Very possibly because he had a long night the night before, for reasons that are likely best left to the imagination.

But you know, one should never let sleeping lieutenants lie. ]

Freak!Verse bios and such.

show_my_cannons — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 06:17:28 GMT

FREAKS:
The colloquial name for an emerging population of individuals with super-human abilities, or talents greater than the average vanilla human. It's much more prominent in males, and usually activates in the early teens. First time use of an ability causes the iris to turn blue--this change is permanent.

OVERTAXING, TALENT SHOCK, BACKLASH: (working name)
Happens when a "freak" extends their ability's use past their body's physical limit. They use it too much, too quickly. The body cannot cope with the output of energy, and goes into a shock-like state as a result. Involves upping metabolic rate and sudden B-12 deficiency I don't know Ratchet's working on it. Like the eye color change, the white hair is not reversable. Hair will always grow back in as white, not its natural color.

~ ~ ~

Name: "Optimus Prime" (notrobojesus )
Age: Unknown
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Discovered to be one of the few, if not the only known "freak" immune to the "overtaxing" phenomenon. This comes from his ability to literally draw on the power of others. Catch being, it must be energy, strength, whatever you want to call it, freely given. The extent of his abilities is also unknown, but he has been, in the past, able to generate weapons from his own hands. He is able to persuade even the most stubborn of people, possibly with mental suggestion, but this may be due to his personality more than anything.
Bio:
His origins are classified. Some people speculate he, and Megatron, could be the original "freaks". It's unlikely, however, and when asked, Optimus merely smiles and shakes his head. He's been with the Autobot organization for as long as it has existed. His experience is valued, and he seems to know more about the enemy than anyone else. He is the only one to have direct contact with "the Queen".

Name: "Jazz"
Age: 32
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Speed, able receive to decipher, and understand information at a incredibly accelerated rate. ~~Being sexy~~
Bio:
Originally a police detective, Jazz's talent remained under the radar for a good portion of his life. So long as he didn't use his speed too often, he was viewed only as "really damn smart", instead of labeled "freak". By some fluke of genetics, Jazz ended up having pale grey eyes to begin with. The change to blue wasn't noticed by many. And those who did weren't willing to give their fellow officer up. He made friends easily, and solved a lot of the more difficult cases. Such attracted the attention of unwanted individuals. As with Ironhide's squad, the precinct Jazz worked with was approached by the Decepticons, looking for recruits. The police refused, citing their duty to the city. As a result, normal officers suddenly found themselves transferred out, while those displaying anything close to a talent were rounded up on suspicion of civil rights violations, or other charges that appeared out of nowhere. Jazz, and another detective, were out of town on leave when everything went down. It didn't take long for them to meet one another, and ride things out. The Autobots found them fairly quickly, and took them in. Jazz works both as an operative, and in the complex's security division. But he's more at home hanging out in the research division, reading, or, strangely enough, in the company of Optimus.

Name: "Bumblebee"
Age: 24
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Can receive, transmit, and communicate through radio waves.
Bio:
Like everyone else, Bumblebee was absolutely normal. Had a lot of friends, especially close to a boy called Sam, and another young man who would later become "Cliffjumper". He was talented in music, mostly in the more "electronic" sense. He loved it. He went through school normally enough, eventually settling on a job as a DJ in an under 21 club over one summer in high school. It was his dream job. Nothing much of note went on until his senior year. It was then that the club was invaded by what the other kids were calling "freaks". They targetted Sam, for no reason other than the kid was there. Bumblebee and Cliffjumper stepped in. Bumblebee ended up getting punched back into the club's sound system, and something snapped. His talent kicked in, and somehow, he was able to attack using the radio waves his music had been playing on, using himself as the transmitter, and ended up shattering the other "freaks'" eardrums. The little stunt caused him to lose consciousness, while Sam and Cliffjumper dragged him to the ER. Bumblebee awoke with bright blue eyes... and no voice. Whatever he'd done at the club had almost entirely destroyed his vocal chords. He could make humming sounds, but that was about it. The hospital contacted a few people, and, shortly after awakening, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper were brought into the Autobot operative complex. He now works closely with Jazz, his ability to pick up communications proving invaluable to the complex's security, and his taste in music being much to both their liking.

Name: "Ironhide" (stillacaptain )
Age: 48
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Strength, denser bone structure, harder to damage than your average human.
Bio:
Ex-military. He served in the army since he was 18, specializing in heavy artillery. He and his unit saw occasional action, and it was on one such mission, when Ironhide was in his 30's, that his own talent surfaced. He wasn't even aware of it at the time. They were taking heavy fire, and Ironhide took a shot in his shoulder. Despite the injury, he kept fighting, only to discover later that the wound was nowhere near as serious as it should be. That, and his eyes had turned a bright, otherworldly blue. Since the phenomenon was so new at the time, nothing much was thought of it. It was only after the same thing happened to several other members of his squad, that it was thought to be odd. They were approached by military agents, who stated they served under a general who went by the name of "Megatron". Once the men got through laughing at the name, a few agreed to a transfer, but Ironhide and the rest, including "Sideswipe's" father, declined. They were summarily shot. Ironhide's talent kept him alive, and he dropped off the grid--only to be tracked down by Optimus Prime. He signed on with the man, taking him up on his offer. He now works in their weapons division, training new operatives, and going out on missions that call for the most heavy hitters--more force than finesse. He and Ratchet have been together a few years now.

Name: "Ratchet"
Age: 42
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Healing - others. He can't use his talent on himself. A near-photographic memory.
Bio:
Ratchet led a perfectly mundane life. He took an interest in anthropology and archeology, went to university, got his doctorate, dabbled in the medical sciences, and ultimately landed a position with a research team doing excavation work in the Valley of the Kings. He spent a number of years over there, poking around, getting distracted from his work by the team's medic, who he studied under when the work got slow. Nearing the end of their dig, the group encountered an unstable tunnel system, not typical of the type of tomb they were seeing. Exploring it led to an inevitable cave-in, killing several members of the team, including the medic. Ratchet did what he could, and ended up enabling his talent. In his attempt to save his team members, he over-used his abilities, pushing himself over the edge. Everyone he worked on survived, and Ratchet woke up in the Autobot operative headquarters a week later. His team still keeps in contact with him, out of gratitude. He works as their medic, learning as he goes--his talent making things a lot easier. He and Ironhide have been together several years now.

Name: "Jolt"
Age: 19
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Generating, absorbing and manipulating electric currents.
Bio:
Perfectly normal kid until he hit thirteen. That was when his talents first surfaced, and he accidentally electrocuted a neighbor's dog when it bit him. The dog didn't survive. Instead of trying to help their son, his family turned him out on his own, not wanting to be associated with the growing stigma of "freaks" surfacing around the world. Jolt never really fit in anywhere, thanks to his parents' abandonment, and learned to survive on his own, eventually developing a skill for technology somewhere along the line. He was picked up by the Autobot side at nineteen, working in their tech division, and training to understand and control his talent.

Name: "Sideswipe" (unf_corvettes )
Age: 20
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Speed, agility. ~~Sex appeal~~
Bio:
Raised by a single mother, with intermittent visits and phone calls from "Ironhide" throughout his life, no one expected him to be anything special. He was always fairly quick on his feet, and athletic. On his seventeenth birthday, his house was firebombed by a member of the opposing faction. Sideswipe was in the garage at the time, and escaped relatively unscathed. The sudden trauma of losing his family was what kicked off his talents, and he chased the individual responsible on foot from LA to South America, attacking anyone who got in his way. The constant use of his talent on that run drained him, causing his bleached hair. He was pulled out of his revenge-induced bout of crazy by Ironhide, who brought him into their organization. He took up fencing, drawing on his talent to enhance the skills, and is rarely found without some kind of blade on him, much to the dismay of his peers. Somewhere along the way, he turned flaming, and is working on becoming one of the top operatives.

Name: "Breakaway"
Age: 21
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Flight
Bio:
Probably the only operative to maintain contact with his family. His very large family. Scoffing at the idea that their son was cursed, his family considered his talent a gift. He could do things no one else could. He was special. They almost didn't allow him to go off and join the Autobot organization, wanting him to stay at home and live a normal life. Despite, you know, being able to fly. He eventually convinced them that it was for the greater good, that he'd be helping more people with the organization than outside them.

Name: Alicia, "Arcee"
Age: 30
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Originally speed and agility, ability to duplicate herself up to three times added.
Bio:
Arcee is the only Autobot operative to retain her real name. At least, part of her does. On a mission, somewhere, four years ago, she was captured by Decepticon forces. Seeking to augment their forces, and research the talents themselves, they conducted a series of experiments on Arcee, trying to separate out her two gifts. What happened instead was Arcee gained a third--the ability to copy herself. But with it, and her subsequent escape came side effects. Each of the three "copies" has a separate personality along with it. While they're all still technically Arcee, once divided, they are separate entities entirely--one of which takes the name of her original self.

Name: Prowl
Age: 35
Faction:
Talent(s): He's a human lie detector. Being a dick.
Bio:
He was in the same unit as Jazz, only a lot less well-liked. He was much more serious about the job, more focused and determined. His story, and current position in the organization were much the same as Jazz's. Only he tended to keep to himself. He was sent out on a recon mission, and never returned. He is currently MIA.

Name: Cliffjumper
Age: 24
Faction: Autobot
Talent(s): Like his name implies, he's capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound. Well, not really, but it's close.
Bio:
He was one of Bumblebee's close friends, and came into his talent around the same time. He was always more outspoken than his friend, more willing to take risks. Unfortunately, he took one too many. He was on the mission that landed Arcee in Decepticon custody, and was lost sometime during the fight that ensued. Cliffjumper is currently MIA.

~ ~ ~

Name: Megatron
Age: Unknown
Faction: Decepticons
Talent(s): His talents are a mirror of Optimus', almost exactly the same. However, unlike Optimus, he has no need to draw only on willing people for an extra energy source. He can take whatever he wants--and he often does.
Bio:
Much like Optimus, no one's quite sure where Megatron came from. No one except, perhaps, Optimus himself. He seems to have some kind of military background, but no records of a man matching his description can be found in the armed forces of any nation. Much of the strength of his forces, his location, and even his abilities are shrouded in mystery. His reason for launching his attacks against humanity, his operations against governments, are pretty much what one would expect of someone in his position--humans, mundanes, endanger those like him. They must be put in their place.

Name: Soundwave (tentacles_exe )
Age: Unknown
Faction: Decepticon
Talent(s): His brain is, for lack of a better description, a living computer. He can interact directly with computer mainframes and communication devices by merely touching them.
Bio:
Soundwave's origins are mostly unknown. He was, according to various inteligence sources, working in computer security for a freelance company. His talent surfaced early enough, but, because of Soundwave's quiet, taciturn nature, and his affinity for working alone, no one... noticed. People always found him strange, and avoided him. He had a cat, and that was about it. The Decepticons found him first, and in Megatron, Soundwave found a lot of things--approval, acceptance, a purpose beyond planting credit card tracking viruses in porn sites. All that was asked of him was to give everything to the cause--something Soundwave did without hesitation, without reservation. Because of his talent, it was easy enough for his new employer to demand changes in him. His entire personality was summarily deleted, his memories purposefully erased. Soundwave willingly became the living computer his talent implied, caring only for the duties his leader assigned him. ... And his cat. He could never quite erase that part of his personality. And it remained a sort of "berserk button" for him.

I wanted to play him, okay?

walkwaves — Sat, 29 May 2010 08:04:19 GMT

[ So maybe this is a ship. Or maybe it's a port town. Or maybe it's something else altogether. It's your call really. Wherever you find yourself, there is a little green guy. With a sword.

To be honest, he's just sitting there, cleaning the sword and looking pretty unassuming. You know, if you discount the fact that he's green and has claws and a tail.

Also, he's singing a little tune: ]

When I was a lad in a fishing town
My old man said to me:
"You can spend your life, your jolly life
Sailing on the sea.
You can search the world for pretty girls
Til your eyes grow weak and dim,
But don't go fishing for a mermaid, son
If you don't know how to swim"

Abusing my Ceiling icon.

show_my_cannons — Sat, 22 May 2010 07:59:04 GMT

[Meanwhile... in the nondescript Autobot living quarters... the main room has been completely overtaken by what looks like an auto repair shop's interior. Parts, bits of oil, shell casings... actually, it's more like a weapons depot exploded inside.

And at the center of the chaos is the weapons master himself, dutifully taking apart every bit of weaponry he owns, cleaning it, and putting it back together.

It's a calming process, despite the mess it's leaving all over the place.]

Something random and harmless.

heavyweaponsbot — Wed, 19 May 2010 05:43:29 GMT

[There is a box of donuts.

It's sitting harmlessly on a table.

And being stalked by a predator of untold skill and horror.]

ADVENTURES IN SPY-LAND

weaponsparked — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 09:38:09 GMT

[THIS. IS. ITALY.

Florence, Italy, to be exact. And precision is important. It's a beautiful, scorching hot evening, with the humidity falling slowly down from near-breathable levels. Vespas race down narrow streets, while pedestrians and tourists scramble madly out of the way, shrieking in all manner of Italian and the strange pidgin language common to all those non-native speakers trying desperately to blend in with the aloof, scornful locals. On every corner, it seems someone, somewhere, is selling photos of David, or at least, his important parts, often times doctored up in colorful disguises. The ponte vecchio, the market spanning the wide, lazy river, is in full-swing, its twisting confines rife with humanity.

And it is in this crowded, ancient city, the air redolent with basil, spices, and history, that a rather nondescript hotel sits, perched on the edge of the river, its windows open to catch the merciful evening breeze. The hotel Bretagna.

A man is standing in the window, surveying the river and the throngs of people with a careful eye--looking for someone familiar, someone who may have followed them this location. A spy--an assassin. Anyone who could be a danger.

Either that, or he's trying to catch the sunbather on the patio below with her top off. One can't really be sure. She is an Italian woman, after all.

After some time, contemplating the weight of history, the glory of architecture meeting purpose and battling against time, he finally speaks.]

Remind me why we're here again? I feel like I'm drowning when I inhale.

Just messing around.

andallthatme — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 03:58:16 GMT

[ AND LO once again we find ourselves in the nondescript living quarters of our intrepid Autobots- though it's human-sized this time.

Jazz can be found in the living room-type area trying to... well, trying to master this.

So far, he's not doing very good. But he's learning! ]

Because I'm bored.

stabbywheelfeet — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 06:49:44 GMT

This is a giant ball of string.

Why, you ask, are we looking at a giant ball of string?

Possibly because there is a silver robot tangled up in part of said giant ball of string, looking immensely pleased with himself.

/will just leave this here

show_my_cannons — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 07:36:52 GMT

[Ladies and gentlemen, it's the robot odd-couple. Well. One of them, anyway. One of them who is... covered in bits of mud and turf and that's a turtle stuck to his foot.

And sprawled on a couch. A giant-robot sized couch. Picking grit out of his guns.

Today was a good day.]

((<3 you Ro))

idefk what I'm doing

allomayhem — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:54:21 GMT

[ There is a chair. And there is a guy sitting in this chair. He looks a little like a Renaissance festival reject, and he also looks really, really bored.

And so he reaches into a pouch at his belt and takes out a coin. He flips it a few times, tosses it around, and then he cocks his head and the coin shoots through the ceiling. ]

... Huh. They don't make ceilings like they used to.

App in Progress: Garrus Vakarian (circa ME2)

turian_honor — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 03:29:57 GMT

Personal Information
Name: Red
Age: 23
Personal LJ: redfirelight
Email / AIM / MSN: AIM = thisismyomnitool

Character Information
Character Name: Garrus Vakarian
Fandom: Mass Effect, both first and second games
Source: Garrus @ Mass Effect Wiki

Character History:
Not much is known about him before his adulthood. He was born on the planet Palaven--the turian homeworld--and grew up in a culture heavily valuing civic duty, and honor. His father was a highly respected and decorated officer for Citadel Security, or C-Sec, which was, essentially, a highly qualified police force for a massive space station.

Following military training and service at 15, Garrus joined C-Sec himself, becoming one of the top investigators. At one point in his past, he was selected as a candidate for an elite group of black-ops agents, known as Spectres. He was unable to follow through with the special training, due to pressure from his father. During his service with C-Sec, he took a case involving illegal organ cloning, and harvesting, as run by a salarian called Dr. Saleon. When he was closing on the culprit, Saleon escaped, taking hostages into his personal shuttle. Garrus ordered it shot down, but, due to regulations, his superior countermanded the order, and Saleon escaped.

Shortly thereafter, he was placed on the investigation into the Spectre Saren, surrounding an odd incident on the human colony of Eden Prime. All of the files were sealed—more protocol—and Garrus' investigation ran into a wall before it even got off the ground. Unable to present any solid findings, but unwilling to believe Saren was innocent of all guilt, Garrus launched his own private investigation, running into Commander Shepard, who had been on Eden Prime, and also wanted answers. With Shepard's help, evidence implicating Saren's involvement with the geth—an old enemy of the Council races, synthetic creatures—was brought to light.

Garrus then quit C-sec in order to follow Shepard, the first human to be named Spectre, on a mission to save the galaxy from an invasion by the geth. They tracked Saren across the galaxy, eventually uncovering his real plot—bring back the Reapers, a race of machines bent on the destruction of organic life. The Reapers had apparently vanished fifty-thousand years ago, but with Saren's help, could make a comeback.

During the mission, Garrus approached Shepard, asking for her help in tracking down the long sought-after Dr. Saleon. She agreed, and they located his ship, and his hostages. Garrus wanted to shoot Saleon on sight, declaring it was just, and right. Shepard, however, talked him out of it, urging him to bring the doctor in to C-Sec... until Saleon pulled a gun on them, and they had no choice but to gun the salarian down.

The efforts of Shepard and her team, however, appeared to be in vain, as Saren learned the location of the Conduit, the artifact which could bring the Reapers back, locked away on a planet called Ilos, and made his way there while the Commander was stranded on the Citadel. He arrived first, and used the Conduit--a backdoor mass relay onto the Citadel itself. From there, Saren could access the Citadel's true function--itself a giant relay, the Citadel bridged the gap between the Reaper's prison, and normal space. Shepard, with her team in tow, arrived shortly after, driving a tank through the Conduit to get to Saren, and came on the heels of both the ex-Spectre, and the Reaper Sovereign. Shepard's allies among the human fleet started to engage the Reaper and its geth armies, with help from the turians, and asari warships. However, Sovereign slipped through their defenses to aid Saren in taking over the Citadel's systems.

Saren and Shepard's team faced off one last time in the Council chambers before Shepard ultimately won, convincing Saren to take his own life, thus saving himself from the Reaper's indoctrination, and destroying Soveriegn itself during a battle with its avatar—none other than Saren's skeletal shell.

Garrus chose to stay with Shepard in the months following the attack on the Citadel. Shortly thereafter, their ship, the Normandy was attacked and destroyed by unknown assailants. Shepard was listed as KIA, and the while team the commander had assembled survived, they drifted apart, believing her lost for good, and attempted to move on with their lives.

He returned to C-Sec, for a short time, but was unable to re-integrate with the security force, running into the same issues as before, along with the chaos of rebuilding the Citadel. He left fairly quickly, heading to the station Omega, in search of corruption. Once there, he assembled a team of his own, following in Shepard's footsteps. The team's goal to clean up the veritable warren of mercenaries, drug running, and general crime that made up Omega's streets. His work earned him the nickname of “Archangel”, something Garrus appeared to be a little embarrassed by. The group was so successful during their two-year stint, that the three major mercenary groups—Blood Pack, Blue Suns, and Eclipse—actually joined forces to take them down.

Eventually, though, the group was betrayed from the inside, by a turian named Sidonis. Garrus was the only one who escaped. He moved to take down the mercenaries anyway, which ended with him holed up in a ~~book depository~~ building on a dead end street, sniping mercenaries from a window for a long period of time. The mercenaries began hiring freelancers to break in and wear down Archangel, in hopes of finally killing him. One of these freelancers turned out to be none other than Shepard herself, rescued and recovered from the dead.

Garrus was quick to accept this, and asked for her help in getting out of the tight spot. They were, in the end, successful, with both Garrus and Shepard escaping, though the turian was badly wounded, his face all but mangled on one side. He signed on with Shepard once again, happy to be back with the commander, and ready to serve as they once had, even if everything else had changed.

They were after a mysterious group known only as the Collectors, which were responsible for abducting entire human colonies without a trace.

Character Personality:
Garrus has been described as a hothead with an itchy trigger finger. He chafes under restriction, preferring to do things his own way, rather than "by the book". He has a strong sense of right and wrong, however, and most of his "outside the book" efforts go towards bringing the criminals to justice any way he can. When he is unable to do this, it eats at him, and is not lightly shaken off--failure does not agree with Garrus—if anything, it only gets worse the longer he is unable to do anything about the situation.

Overall, he is a highly dedicated, loyal man, who would take action over sitting around talking in a crisis, and he highly respects those individuals who follow a similar sort of mindset. If you have his respect, and therefore, his loyalty, he will follow you to the ends of the earth. He cares for his crew, whether they are on equal footing, or have a superior-subordinate relationship, very deeply, as evidenced by his reaction to the deaths of his group on Omega, and his interactions with Shepard.

He idolized Shepard, in the beginning, and while that didn't change over the years, some of it seemed to rub off. He became more comfortable in the Commander's company, going so far as to joke with her, and tease her. Still, it seems he always will hold Shepard in highest regard. There is little wrong Shepard can do that Garrus can't justify—even when it appeared the Commander was working with Cerberus, one of the enemies they'd faced before, he trusted Shepard immediately, deciding there was a good, logical explanation for this sudden turn of events.

His mission goals are of the utmost importance in his mind, above all else, even the needs of others--save for those in his squad. Duty is important to him, and he is easily frustrated when he can't do what he has deemed to be his. His turian upbringing dictates that he places the good of the many over his personal goals, which could likely have been a contributing factor in his sudden relocation to Omega—combined with his need to follow in Shepard's footsteps.

Omega, it seems, changed him. His idealistic nature was jaded, and instead of seeing ways to improve situations, instead of seeing the good, he tends to focus on the negative. On the Citadel, where he once only mildly remarked on the low crime rate, he later stated it was no better than Omega, crawling with corruption. He sees things in, as he says, “black and white”. Either someone is innocent, or they're a criminal. “Gray is... difficult,” he tells Shepard at one point, indicating that when the facts point in different directions, he starts to lose sight of what it is that needs to be done.

Garrus' personal life—namely his ability to interact with someone he's attracted to—is disastrous. He makes an abrupt switch from the jaded, world-weary sort of rogue-cop he's become, and turns into the galaxy's most painfully awkward teenager going for his first date.

Powers:
Garrus is a turian, a tall, bipedal, bird-like species, who is a capable hand with most firearms, most specifically sniper and assault rifles. Outside of that, he is decent enough with electronics, being able to do some hacking. He's better at making repairs on said electronics, and even automotives when the need arises. He's had police training, due to his former occupation, and was, by most accounts, a very good investigator. At one point, he states he was considered one of the best in hand-to-hand combat during his military service, and is renowned for his sniping ability.

Garrus' turian biology gives him a small amount of resistance to radiation, as well as sharp, elongated talons on each hand and foot. However, due to his genetic make-up, he could very well experience a deadly allergic reaction, should he ingest any material that is not based on the same genetic material as the turians themselves--that is, anything not produced on their homeworld.

In general, turians "exhibit the characteristics of predators rather than those of prey species. Their forward-facing alert eyes give the impression that they possess outstanding eyesight and their teeth and jaws mimic the structures possessed by apex predators such as crocodiles or ancient, carnivorous dinosaurs. Needless to say, their talons on both their feet and hands seem capable of ripping flesh. Their slender bodies also seem to suggest that they are also capable of moving at high speeds" (As quoted from the Mass Effect wikipedia entry on turians.)

Samples

frogwolf — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 05:36:11 GMT

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Player Details

Name/Nickname: Stupei
Age: Twenty-Three
Personal LJ Username: frogwolf
E-mail: storm_2010@hotmail.com
IM/Instant Messenger(s): Stupei Iori
Other characters in RP: None.
How did you hear about dystopian_flux? I know some of the current players (Jess and Red, who play Mikaela and Ironhide respectively.)

Character Application

Character Name [Canonly Written]: Ratchet

Series: Transformers (2007 movie) / Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

(It should be noted that portions of canon are taken from the accompanying comics and novels as well. They are based on this particular version of the Transformers universe, and bridge the gaps left by the two movies. Most notably, I will be taking Ratchet’s canon from the movie novel The Veiled Threat, and the two IDW published comics, Alliance and Defiance.)

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male.

The Item: [The one item that the character is allowed to bring with them from canon, so make it important.]

Point with which your character has been taken from canon: Post-Revenge of the Fallen

Personality

Ratchet is the Autobot medical officer and a research enthusiast. Originally one of those working directly under Optimus in Cybertron’s science division, he continues to enjoy the study of culture and biology, be it from his own planet or a foreign one. He will often stop to collect samples during missions, and can have a difficult time focusing on the task at hand – he has been known to become distracted by completely irrelevant topics, such as the mineral levels of soil, the suitability of his fellow Autobots’ alternate forms... or even the workings of his own hand.

With the coming of the Great War, Ratchet was forced to adapt, taking up the mantle of soldier and the Autobot’s chief medic. While he certainly has no love of violence and will avoid fighting when possible, he will take up arms when necessary, believing that ultimately, Optimus Prime will bring peace to their war-beleaguered race. Much though he is unhappy to admit it, there is a time for violence, just as there is a time for diplomacy – and the Decepticons have never been known for their negotiation skills.

Despite his lack of military background, the medic possesses no shortage of courage. He is possibly one of the bravest in his unit, second only to Optimus Prime himself. He shows himself to be well aware of his own physical short-comings, but is more than willing to lay his Spark on the line to defend another. Even knowing that the odds are against him and the chances of survival are slim – for himself, or the life he is attempting to save – he will plough into the situation headfirst. An excellent example of this is when he scales the dam on the Zambezi River, while taking point blank fire from a tank, so that he can mend the damages before the structure could be destroyed, and in turn, kill thousands of humans.

Formerly, Ratchet was considered to be a diplomat; he is both well-spoken and knowledgeable, though at times, the millennia of battles seem to have taken their toll on his manners. He is not afraid to speak his mind on matters, and has little patience for those in his care. Woe to those who do not follow doctor’s orders, as they may find themselves with a face full of wrench.

An ability in itself, Ratchet has the amazing ability to irritate and embarrass with long-winded scientific explanations (of varying levels of relevance). Perhaps it is simply his own love for science, but he does tend to prattle on to anyone who will listen about his findings (or in some cases, pretend to listen), with little to no heed for appropriateness. After all, who wouldn’t be fascinated to hear that their human female chief of staff is ovulating?

When one considers that Ratchet has already been forced off his dying home planet of Cybertron, the change in locale is not much of a surprise anymore. It is the nature of his species to adapt, and he does so admirably – If anything, he will be curious about his new surroundings, if slightly indignant at his sudden abduction.

He will be far less tolerant about the reduction of his own abilities, frustrated at the loss of his medical equipment. He can’t stand the thought of being unable to aid his comrades and perform his function, and will be openly irritable and rude in regards to the subject.

Powers/Abilities CANON: First and foremost, Ratchet is a 20’-1” tall alien robot. Originating from the planet Cybertron, he is a species sometimes referred to as a ‘Transformer’ – named for their ability to scan and take on mechanical disguises to match their current environment (The pretender, Alice, from the second film was just a special case – biological disguises are not normal for the series).

While his official label is ‘medic,’ Ratchet’s expertise lies in the retrieval of patients just as much as treating them. As such, his alternate form is that of a sturdy H2 Hummer Search and Rescue vehicle, in a~~n obnoxious~~ shade of high visibility neon. He is capable of towing four times his own weight, and has thick, durable armour that, while not speed friendly, gets him to his destination in one piece. The metal itself possesses a special ‘chameleon’ outer coating that allows him to blend in with his surroundings.

As a physician, Ratchet is not particularly fond of fighting. He joined Optimus’ cause to save lives, not take them - but that by no means makes him harmless. He has learned to improvise using the tools of his own trade, making him a lethal opponent. While he prefers to utilize non-violent methods, he can and will use his surgical cutting tools to dismantle his enemies with lethal efficiency.

Ratchet has his medical sensors running at all times, keeping close tabs on the vital signs of all those around him. He is capable of noting basic changes in heart rate, blood pressure, and hormone levels with very little effort – as he demonstrated to embarrassing effect upon his arrival, announcing that Sam Witwicky’s pheromone levels were heightened, prepared for mating.

His optics are enhanced, allowing him to see for great distances, and are x-ray vision capable. Ratchet has multiple heat welders built into his chassis, and in certain circumstances, is capable of elevating his internal temperature to a level that his entire metal ‘skin’ will heat up so it can be used to affect large repairs (He demonstrates this ability once, in The Veiled Threat, when repairing the side of a dam). His robotic frame also contains several redundant systems that he can cannibalize for quick repairs on the field.

While their race exists by consuming Energon, Ratchet is also capable of eating metal in order to replenish himself – This skill tends to be personalized for the robot, so while Ironhide would replenish his stock of ammunition, Ratchet is more likely to ‘digest’ the scrap into fuel, or to heal damage to his own exo-structure.

He is capable of writing and speaking Cybertronian (Autobot dialect, as the Decepticons appear to have their own subset of the language) and all of Earth’s recorded languages. It is mentioned that the Autobots learned Earth’s languages through the internet; it would make sense that Ratchet would take the time to learn all that were available to him, as he is portrayed as having insatiable curiosity and an interest in Earth-related research.

Like all Autobots, Ratchet has the ability to project a ‘holomatter’ – a holographic driver, so that he can better blend in with the vehicles on Earth. The projection is solid enough to fool the naked eye; however, objects will pass right through it, if contact is made. It has a projection limit however, and can only travel a certain distance outside the vehicle – and it also runs the risk of passing through a solid object, destroying the illusion.

If asked, Ratchet only possesses one weapon – A single firearm, outfitted for him by the Weapons Master. It is a basic plasma rifle, considered standard issue for the militaries of Cybertron. He is adept enough at using it, though is by no means a marksman; in the field, Ratchet mostly offers cover fire, so he might hang back and treat the wounded as they come.

However, this is not his most lethal weapon.

While not technically considered a ‘weapon,’ the razor-edged surgical saw located on his forearm is a vicious opponent (as many a humbled Decepticon can attest to). Made of an alloy known as ‘tyrrenium,’ the round saw runs at four hundred rounds per minute and can cut through even the densest of armours. It is centered on a single pin, which can be withdrawn, loosing the blade on unsuspecting enemies. This is a dangerous tactic and will only be used in moments of dire need – Once the blade is free, Ratchet has no control over its trajectory, running the risk of harming his allies.

When not in use, it can be folded up and hidden away safely beneath the armour of his forearm.

Powers/Abilities AU: To start, like all Transformers, Ratchet’s transformations will be limited to four per in-game week. His firearm has been stripped, and his surgical saw will no longer deploy. The components are still stationed in his forearm, but the armour covering will not budge.

His welding equipment will no longer maintain a stable temperature, making it useless for repairs and untrustworthy as a weapon – Ratchet is not one to inflict harm if it can be avoided, and would not think to use potentially faulty equipment for fear of losing control of the situation. If he were to attempt to use it, he would find that the maximum temperature was high enough to maybe boil water – if he could manage to maintain the heat.

While his enhanced optical features will be slightly useless to him in this environment, considering his lack of equipment, he will not be able to switch between the various modes. Any attempt to do so will result in them getting ‘stuck’ – And walking around with your vision stuck on one hundred percent magnification is no mean feat.

His holomatter projector is completely offline upon arrival, producing only brief static before flickering out entirely.

While his is still capable of eating scrap metal, it will no longer have the effects it would have in his own world. It can be used as a source of sustenance, considering the absence of Energon, but it is nowhere near as filling – It would be similar to living on the bare essentials for a human. It keeps him functioning, but nothing more.

History: [this is an optional write out. If you choose not to write out the History, you must write out a third person sample. If the history is not written out, links must be provided to canon history]

RP Sample [First Person]: [Min. 5 spoken sentences. May be a dialogue or an 'action' post]

RP Sample [Third Person]: (A bonus, since I already had one written?)

He would never fully understand how the other Autobots could not see how fascinating human habits were. Ratchet had always found himself enthralled with the cultures and workings of foreign races, and if they were to be living among the humans, did it not make sense to observe them?

Well, that was precisely what he was doing. Of course, the harsh neon of the H2 Hummer’s paintjob hardly lent itself to stealth, but his current specimens had yet to notice his presence. Whether or not the sunny yellow Camaro they were sprawled upon had spotted him, the medic wasn’t sure, but Sam Witwicky seemed far too enthralled by the mouth of his female mate, Mikaela, to pay close attention to his surroundings.

He had once attempted to ask the teenage boy about the mating of his species. Ratchet had a very limited understanding on the subject, garnering only what he could from the odd textbook he had managed to procure, and the wrinkled magazines he had ‘borrowed’ from Sergeant Epps’ collection. However, he was curious for a far more intimate perspective, and as he and his new companion had seemed so close... But in typical Witwicky fashion, the medic’s line of questioning had been met with the disjointed sentences and wild hand motions that all of the Autobots had come to expect from him. As the human all but ran from the room, Ratchet decided that if he was to learn more, he would have to take initiative.

The Autobot rolled slowly forward, the thick rubber of his all-terrain tires nearly soundless on the soft grass. His sensors were alert, attuned for even the smallest twig snap that might announce an intruder’s presence – not that his blatant voyeurism was any more innocent. And yet, he couldn’t help himself. It was just so strange, the way the pair of them writhed and groped. It just seemed so... messy when compared to his own species habits-

BEEP.

There was a shrill shriek from his sirens as he shot backwards, the sound catching him completely off guard. Apparently, the two humans had been taken similarly by surprise, not that Ratchet noticed personally. He was far too busy making his getaway – He would have to speak to Bumblebee later, about the importance of scientific observation.

Why do you play this character? [Yes, kind of random, but we're obscenely ~~nosy~~ curious.]

Because you can only spam D_M so many times when you're bored...

show_my_cannons — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 08:09:11 GMT

[Watch as the camera pans in to a perfectly normal living space. All the necessities are there. Including a very disgruntled individual. ... There is also an apron in the kitchen. It has writing on it, but it is obscured. ~~Stupei this is your fault.~~]

...

Why must I always be human...?