Post by Wildwind on Jul 11, 2009 17:28:54 GMT -6
{ Omg I love this song. Anyway, I haven't roleplayed Transformers in a long time. Let's hope I did this right. cx
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{"Fly, my kitties, fly! Fly! Ahahaha!"
.T.N.T. And I'll win the fight.
Name: Wildwind
Age: She has the mannerisms of someone in their mid-20s.
Race: Autobot
Side: Good
Alternate Mode: CH-47 Chinook Helecoptor ( xbradtc.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ch47.jpg )
Height: 24.7 Feet
T.N.T. I'm a power-load
History: She had a boyfriend of several ages she refers to as Dog - although this is not believed to be his real name. They were both partners, although many of their missions were carried out separately. They were very close, and one might call them soul mates. When Dog was sent out to another planet, she insisted on going in his place. When she returned, war had broken out, and he had been destroyed. Horrified, she continued to blame herself but was forced to carry out her misson - carrying weapons and armor back and for those fighting. When the battle was won, she continued to fight for her own planet until she was called to earth to assist the Autobots there. At some point, she had a meltdown, rebuilt herself, and changed her name to Wildwind. She never tells anyone her old name, although there have been reports of an Autobot known as Trigger that went offline ages ago.
Personality: Wildwind has had it rather rough, like many of her comrades. She has a rather jovial personality, always eager to help and well, that's pretty much all she does. She is not a fighter - at least not directly. Because her mode enables her to do a lot of transporting, this is how she acts. She's always offering to get things for people - including humans, whom she has grown to favor intensely.
In fact, her extreme hyperactivity is in fact overcompensation for her grief over Dog. She is in continuous denial that he is dead - in fact, she'll even talk about him as though he is alive. Her refusal to believe that he is dead has sat inside her and grown to absorb a lot of her personality. It's not pretending anymore either - it's grown beyond that to the point where she actually believes he is. She has a habit of lighting things on fire or demolishing them with her machine gun. Always things like boulders though. She would never intentionally harm any living thing, except maybe the Decepticons. She's not strong enough to really handle them though.
In spite of all of this Wildwind has a good 'heart', and really cares for the planet she lives on now. She loves nature as well, but is often too busy to enjoy it fully.
Likes: Assisting people in anything, playing 'gopher'. Cats, and carrying hordes of them around in her alternate mode. Cats seem to really like her too, and when she's in her normal form they'll find her at some point. She has to be careful not to step on them. Earth movies, video games(even though she can't play them). Cartoons fascinate her. Humans.
Dislikes: Being dragged along (don't expect her to complain much though), being alone in general(she's a friendly person and likes to be around anyone - human or autobot). Being forced to leave the planet for any particular reason.
Fears: Not knowing if she'll see her friends again. Accidentally hurting small life forms. The fear of acknowledging that Dog is offline and coming to terms with reality.
Weapons: Two 7.62 mm-round machine guns mounted on either side of the nose of her alternate form, with stops on them so they won't hit the propellers. When she is in autobot form, they are located on the backs of her arms, above her hands. She's more of an assistant than a fighter, as evidenced by her alternate mode.
Appearance:
Main Colors:
Grass Green - External Armor, etc.
Turquoise - Accessory pieces, anything with diagonal lines, her eyes.
Light Gray - Face, arms.
Black - Smaller gears, kneecaps, propellors.
Soon I will have a more updated image with her colors and lineart. This is the first time I've ever drawn her (or a Transformer, period) so I apologize for inaccuaracies. ): I based her model off a combination of the live-action movie style and the animated series.
T.N.T. Watch me Explode
Sample RP:
The land was dark, almost impossible to see detail upon with human eyes. The horizon line was clearly defined against the pallid sky, where the plains met the mountainous regions in a clash of titans. The thinnest line of bright orange glittered defiantly against the shadow, telling tales of the great star that would soon show itself over the horizon. Sunrise.
Amidst the darkness, a pair of blue-green eyes seemed to flicker to life, glowing like lamps. These eyes could easily spot the various landforms as though it were daylight, their outlines clearliy defined in green light. As the head containing those eyes turned, the owner observed the land spread out before it. Very few life forms, none of which were considered sentient. Ugh, not again.
The owner of the eyes rose to its feet, nearly as large as the landforms itself. A giant, it stepped forward almost gingerly, although it still made quite a bit of noise as it moved. Heavy sigh was given, sounding almost metallic in tone, and quite feminine. Regardless of making sounds, the mechanical creature moved slowly and carefully, although she wasn't more than 25 feet high. Optic units continued scanning the terrain, searching for others like herself. She did not like being alone for long.
Because of her height, the land changed much quicker, and the sun slid its way over the horizon, gradually illuminating all the exposed land. Save for the shadows between mountains and hills, the world was enveloped in a golden embrace. It glinted off the Autobot's armor as she moved, and the dew that had previously collected upon all surfaces sprinkled almost lazily with each step she took. Out here, there were very few humans, and at this time of year she doubted too many would see her. Still, she kept an eye out, stretching her observational skills to their furthest limit, radar searching for anything man or machine-powered.
The steps continued, eyes still searching for well, anything. The animals seemed rather used to her presence, but stayed out of her way all the same. Her mind wandered, in a sense, and she thought vaguely of ages ago, of an old life. But that wasn't her. No, those were just dreams from before. That never happened. She had to live for the now, and for the future. That was all that mattered.
Custom Title: The Kitten Launcher.
How did you find us: An extensive and exhausting (more like click-click-click, oh gawd mah finger hurrrts) search for a good Transformers RPG without a plot to it. xD I found you through another Transformers RPG I was passing through. .. I forget the name. Dangit.
RP Experience: I've been writing most of my life, mostly stories. I didn't start actually RPing until 1999 - 2000, when I found The Ghost Wolves, a wolf RPG. I stayed with them for a number of years before moving on to other types - horses, humans, even one Transformers RPG I can't find now. I learned a lot of tricks over the years via Yahoo chat(they rp there, omfg.), Furcadia, and other websites. As you can tell I loooove to write. Most of my posts will probably be several paragraphs long, depending on how much I have to work with.
Password:{Let's -- *stuffs a HUGE CAT in Op's mouthpiece* LIGHT A BONFIRE AND SHOOT KITTENS FROM AIRPLANES! YEAH!
-gets kicked in the face.-
... o FIEN. {Let's Roll!} [/center]
T.N.T. I'm Dynamite
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{"Fly, my kitties, fly! Fly! Ahahaha!"
.T.N.T. And I'll win the fight.
Name: Wildwind
Age: She has the mannerisms of someone in their mid-20s.
Race: Autobot
Side: Good
Alternate Mode: CH-47 Chinook Helecoptor ( xbradtc.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ch47.jpg )
Height: 24.7 Feet
T.N.T. I'm a power-load
History: She had a boyfriend of several ages she refers to as Dog - although this is not believed to be his real name. They were both partners, although many of their missions were carried out separately. They were very close, and one might call them soul mates. When Dog was sent out to another planet, she insisted on going in his place. When she returned, war had broken out, and he had been destroyed. Horrified, she continued to blame herself but was forced to carry out her misson - carrying weapons and armor back and for those fighting. When the battle was won, she continued to fight for her own planet until she was called to earth to assist the Autobots there. At some point, she had a meltdown, rebuilt herself, and changed her name to Wildwind. She never tells anyone her old name, although there have been reports of an Autobot known as Trigger that went offline ages ago.
Personality: Wildwind has had it rather rough, like many of her comrades. She has a rather jovial personality, always eager to help and well, that's pretty much all she does. She is not a fighter - at least not directly. Because her mode enables her to do a lot of transporting, this is how she acts. She's always offering to get things for people - including humans, whom she has grown to favor intensely.
In fact, her extreme hyperactivity is in fact overcompensation for her grief over Dog. She is in continuous denial that he is dead - in fact, she'll even talk about him as though he is alive. Her refusal to believe that he is dead has sat inside her and grown to absorb a lot of her personality. It's not pretending anymore either - it's grown beyond that to the point where she actually believes he is. She has a habit of lighting things on fire or demolishing them with her machine gun. Always things like boulders though. She would never intentionally harm any living thing, except maybe the Decepticons. She's not strong enough to really handle them though.
In spite of all of this Wildwind has a good 'heart', and really cares for the planet she lives on now. She loves nature as well, but is often too busy to enjoy it fully.
Likes: Assisting people in anything, playing 'gopher'. Cats, and carrying hordes of them around in her alternate mode. Cats seem to really like her too, and when she's in her normal form they'll find her at some point. She has to be careful not to step on them. Earth movies, video games(even though she can't play them). Cartoons fascinate her. Humans.
Dislikes: Being dragged along (don't expect her to complain much though), being alone in general(she's a friendly person and likes to be around anyone - human or autobot). Being forced to leave the planet for any particular reason.
Fears: Not knowing if she'll see her friends again. Accidentally hurting small life forms. The fear of acknowledging that Dog is offline and coming to terms with reality.
Weapons: Two 7.62 mm-round machine guns mounted on either side of the nose of her alternate form, with stops on them so they won't hit the propellers. When she is in autobot form, they are located on the backs of her arms, above her hands. She's more of an assistant than a fighter, as evidenced by her alternate mode.
Appearance:
Main Colors:
Grass Green - External Armor, etc.
Turquoise - Accessory pieces, anything with diagonal lines, her eyes.
Light Gray - Face, arms.
Black - Smaller gears, kneecaps, propellors.
Soon I will have a more updated image with her colors and lineart. This is the first time I've ever drawn her (or a Transformer, period) so I apologize for inaccuaracies. ): I based her model off a combination of the live-action movie style and the animated series.
T.N.T. Watch me Explode
Sample RP:
The land was dark, almost impossible to see detail upon with human eyes. The horizon line was clearly defined against the pallid sky, where the plains met the mountainous regions in a clash of titans. The thinnest line of bright orange glittered defiantly against the shadow, telling tales of the great star that would soon show itself over the horizon. Sunrise.
Amidst the darkness, a pair of blue-green eyes seemed to flicker to life, glowing like lamps. These eyes could easily spot the various landforms as though it were daylight, their outlines clearliy defined in green light. As the head containing those eyes turned, the owner observed the land spread out before it. Very few life forms, none of which were considered sentient. Ugh, not again.
The owner of the eyes rose to its feet, nearly as large as the landforms itself. A giant, it stepped forward almost gingerly, although it still made quite a bit of noise as it moved. Heavy sigh was given, sounding almost metallic in tone, and quite feminine. Regardless of making sounds, the mechanical creature moved slowly and carefully, although she wasn't more than 25 feet high. Optic units continued scanning the terrain, searching for others like herself. She did not like being alone for long.
Because of her height, the land changed much quicker, and the sun slid its way over the horizon, gradually illuminating all the exposed land. Save for the shadows between mountains and hills, the world was enveloped in a golden embrace. It glinted off the Autobot's armor as she moved, and the dew that had previously collected upon all surfaces sprinkled almost lazily with each step she took. Out here, there were very few humans, and at this time of year she doubted too many would see her. Still, she kept an eye out, stretching her observational skills to their furthest limit, radar searching for anything man or machine-powered.
The steps continued, eyes still searching for well, anything. The animals seemed rather used to her presence, but stayed out of her way all the same. Her mind wandered, in a sense, and she thought vaguely of ages ago, of an old life. But that wasn't her. No, those were just dreams from before. That never happened. She had to live for the now, and for the future. That was all that mattered.
Custom Title: The Kitten Launcher.
How did you find us: An extensive and exhausting (more like click-click-click, oh gawd mah finger hurrrts) search for a good Transformers RPG without a plot to it. xD I found you through another Transformers RPG I was passing through. .. I forget the name. Dangit.
RP Experience: I've been writing most of my life, mostly stories. I didn't start actually RPing until 1999 - 2000, when I found The Ghost Wolves, a wolf RPG. I stayed with them for a number of years before moving on to other types - horses, humans, even one Transformers RPG I can't find now. I learned a lot of tricks over the years via Yahoo chat(they rp there, omfg.), Furcadia, and other websites. As you can tell I loooove to write. Most of my posts will probably be several paragraphs long, depending on how much I have to work with.
Password:{Let's -- *stuffs a HUGE CAT in Op's mouthpiece* LIGHT A BONFIRE AND SHOOT KITTENS FROM AIRPLANES! YEAH!
-gets kicked in the face.-
... o FIEN. {Let's Roll!} [/center]
