Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2018 15:48:52 GMT
Player Alias: Meezer
Character Name: Anode
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description:
Anode is an average-height femme with a bronze-hued helm, forearm, and pedes; cream-colored wings, lower legs, and waistline; silver thighs and hands; and olive green chest, shoulders, waist-"skirt", and biceps. She has yellow biolights accenting her chest chassis and biceps. He helm has a lovely set of goggles mounted to it with red-tinted lenses.
In her altmode, she is a Cybertronic biplane with two sets of cream-colored wings and an olive green fuselage.
Personality:
The first thing that one would notice about Anode is that she's of the opinion that there's no such thing as "too big of a risk". She's almost fearless--almost, mind you--in her pursuits of treasures, both of the past and of big money value; she'll even enrage the largest, most dangerous locals in her pursuit without so much as breaking a sweat. The only thing she won't do is let you in on her past. Her conjunx, Lug, says it best when she says "Welcome to life with Anode. I defy anyone to spend an afternoon with her and not end up dead." She's bold enough to even do things she's not ready to do, even if it means struggling and killing a struggling new life in a tragic accident
Anode is also quite flippant in her attitude. Things that most other bots would take seriously? Nah, life's too serious on its own to take things that seriously! What's a little death and a little crashing someone's party? Or, you know, stealing the widowed metal of a failed protoform. Stealing mood-pipes for your wife to play beautiful music on. Griping about boring, serious history lesson speeches about a trip you weren't there for and suggesting the speech-giver give the Cliff's Notes version next time. Yeah, nothing's too serious for Anode. Okay, except her past, but that's probably what molded her to be flippant to bury the pain.
Her glossa is razor sharp and her wit absolutely sarcastic. She's always got a barb or a quip to throw at someone if they test her patience a little too far. Or a barb and a quip about the situation at hand if she's among friends. Hell, if you push her far enough, she'll start a prank war with you. She's the very living definition of "growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional".
On the other hand, Anode can be quite hard on herself. Any mistakes she perceives herself as making, she expects others to criticize her harshly on. If that criticism doesn't come and she is, in fact, easily forgiven, Anode takes it even harder, even going so far as to fudge records and run in order to make herself "hated" in some way.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
+ Cunning -- If you're going to survive all that danger, you're going to need a lot of cunning to get out of those scrapes. Anode's always got a plan, and a plan B, and a plan C and...well, you get it.
+ Fearless -- It's not that Anode's not afraid, she might be. A little. Especially if it's her wife's life on the line rather than just her own neck on the line. But she's the type to just dive in headlong into whatever she's doing.
+ I Got a Gadget for That -- Any good treasure-hunter and archaeologist knows to have a gadget or a few at their disposal, and Anode is no exception to the rule. A quick storm shield? Check. Built-in drills? You betcha. Trowels of various sizes to dig with? You bet your sweet bippy.
+ Blacksmith Skills -- She's got the natural ability to help sculpt a protoform if it is struggling to find its form. She's been honing it over time, even on her own...
- You're So Hard On Yourself -- When Anode perceives something she's done as a failure, she tends to take it harder on herself than anyone else, to the point that if need be, she will do something to make others hate her and run away.
- A Fish Outta Temporal Water -- Five hundred years can mean a lot of stuff has changed, even in a vast, millions-of-years-spanning war. She might not know what's so current anymore, even the value of shanix and major skirmishes.
- I'm All About Defense -- Rather than have a weapon for offense, Anode has focused completely on tools for defense and escape. She's not really about fighting when she can cut and run. In a fight, she's out-manned, out-gunned, and probably going to be shot out of the sky.
- I Live Dangerously -- Anode lives dangerously. It's a big constant of her life. She puts herself at more risk than anyone really should.
- Timesickness -- Not quite acclimated to waking up in the present day after nearly dying five hundred years ago, time travel has wreaked hell on Anode's processor.
Abilities:
Anode's primary ability is her blacksmith skills. Present her with a spark and sentio metallico to try to help a bot find their shape, and she'll help try to keep the sentio warm so the spark can shape the frame. This also includes the ability to sniff out sentio metallico, quite literally! She can even tell you if it smells off in some way, like it's been tampered with in some form.
Weaponry:
Anode's only real weaponry is more of a defensive gadget--a storm shield forcefield generator that is encased in a staff and able to be jammed into the ground. It creates a quick storm shield so that she can hold back whatever large monster of the week is chasing her.
History:
A long time ago, on Cybertron, Anode was born as a mech--presumably named Anode still but the point is, Anode was assigned male/mech at birth. Though members of the Primal Vanguard would identify as female/femme after off-world missions and encounters with organic races, Anode didn't know what to think about gender until journeying out and finding HERSELF. It was after her own personal missions that she did indeed learn that she felt more comfortable as "she" and had her chassis rebuilt into a more feminine frame.
At some point, long before Thunderclash reestablished interplanetary ties between Cybertron and the colonies, Anode would find her way to Caminus. She would undertake training for her natural Blacksmith abilities at the Lighthouse, a Camien facility, trying to help newborn protoforms by sculpting their sentio metallico. However, she would perform a live sculpting before she was ever ready and as a result, the failing protoform died. While the staff of the Lighthouse was very understanding and forgiving, she just couldn't understand why they didn't hate her over it. She would falsify the facility records to make it look like she'd stolen from their sentio metallico supply and fled Caminus forever.
During her time on the run, she and her conjunx, Lug, would work hard as archaeologists and treasure-hunters. That was, until the two were contacted by a mysterious "Grand Architect" who wished them to procure Sentio Metallico. This led them to the Cybertronian moon, Luna-2, where Lug and Anode were beseiged by a Decepticon Cybernought and they tried to work under the cover of a forcefield...until "the Necrobot" saved them.
Or rather, saved Anode...
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
"No no no no no, I can do this, I promise! It'll be no big, a walk in the promenade. A splish-splash in the fountain!" Anode lifted her hands casually, casting her bright gaze to the instructors at the Lighthouse.
One of the instructors, a white mech with rainbow armored panels on his arms and legs, held out a protoform that had not gotten past its current stage and was struggling. "Of course. We'd like to see what you can do, Anode. Show us!"
Externally, the young Blacksmith grinned. Internally, however, she was panicking. The spark temperature and the sentio temperature were plummeting. No! She had to stop it from falling any further! She struggled to keep her energies focused, though her optics stared desperately at the protoform desperately fighting to take shape with her help.
"C'mon...you can do this...you can do this..." She shakily murmured, half seeming to say it to herself, and half seeming to say it to the protoform. "You gotta do this, you just gotta..."
However, despite her best effort, the sentio metallico seized, forming a strange snowflake-like shape before collapsing to the ground. Anode dropped to her knees, wailing, expecting the teachers to throw her out, to snap at her for failing. She'd killed a protoform. She had killed a protoform!
"It's okay, Anode. We understand. These things happen to even the most experienced blacksmiths." One of the medics spoke up.
A blacksmith teacher--the one who had given her the protoform, gently touched her shoulder. "Don't be ashamed or discouraged. You have learned from this experience, yes, Anode?"
Anode shook, tears still streaming down her face. It was then that she knew what she had to do. If they weren't going to kick her out, and she wasn't going to quit, there was only one thing left to do. She needed to mess with the records, get herself hated, and get the hell out of here.
Character Name: Anode
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description:
Anode is an average-height femme with a bronze-hued helm, forearm, and pedes; cream-colored wings, lower legs, and waistline; silver thighs and hands; and olive green chest, shoulders, waist-"skirt", and biceps. She has yellow biolights accenting her chest chassis and biceps. He helm has a lovely set of goggles mounted to it with red-tinted lenses.
In her altmode, she is a Cybertronic biplane with two sets of cream-colored wings and an olive green fuselage.
Personality:
The first thing that one would notice about Anode is that she's of the opinion that there's no such thing as "too big of a risk". She's almost fearless--almost, mind you--in her pursuits of treasures, both of the past and of big money value; she'll even enrage the largest, most dangerous locals in her pursuit without so much as breaking a sweat. The only thing she won't do is let you in on her past. Her conjunx, Lug, says it best when she says "Welcome to life with Anode. I defy anyone to spend an afternoon with her and not end up dead." She's bold enough to even do things she's not ready to do, even if it means struggling and killing a struggling new life in a tragic accident
Anode is also quite flippant in her attitude. Things that most other bots would take seriously? Nah, life's too serious on its own to take things that seriously! What's a little death and a little crashing someone's party? Or, you know, stealing the widowed metal of a failed protoform. Stealing mood-pipes for your wife to play beautiful music on. Griping about boring, serious history lesson speeches about a trip you weren't there for and suggesting the speech-giver give the Cliff's Notes version next time. Yeah, nothing's too serious for Anode. Okay, except her past, but that's probably what molded her to be flippant to bury the pain.
Her glossa is razor sharp and her wit absolutely sarcastic. She's always got a barb or a quip to throw at someone if they test her patience a little too far. Or a barb and a quip about the situation at hand if she's among friends. Hell, if you push her far enough, she'll start a prank war with you. She's the very living definition of "growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional".
On the other hand, Anode can be quite hard on herself. Any mistakes she perceives herself as making, she expects others to criticize her harshly on. If that criticism doesn't come and she is, in fact, easily forgiven, Anode takes it even harder, even going so far as to fudge records and run in order to make herself "hated" in some way.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
+ Cunning -- If you're going to survive all that danger, you're going to need a lot of cunning to get out of those scrapes. Anode's always got a plan, and a plan B, and a plan C and...well, you get it.
+ Fearless -- It's not that Anode's not afraid, she might be. A little. Especially if it's her wife's life on the line rather than just her own neck on the line. But she's the type to just dive in headlong into whatever she's doing.
+ I Got a Gadget for That -- Any good treasure-hunter and archaeologist knows to have a gadget or a few at their disposal, and Anode is no exception to the rule. A quick storm shield? Check. Built-in drills? You betcha. Trowels of various sizes to dig with? You bet your sweet bippy.
+ Blacksmith Skills -- She's got the natural ability to help sculpt a protoform if it is struggling to find its form. She's been honing it over time, even on her own...
- You're So Hard On Yourself -- When Anode perceives something she's done as a failure, she tends to take it harder on herself than anyone else, to the point that if need be, she will do something to make others hate her and run away.
- A Fish Outta Temporal Water -- Five hundred years can mean a lot of stuff has changed, even in a vast, millions-of-years-spanning war. She might not know what's so current anymore, even the value of shanix and major skirmishes.
- I'm All About Defense -- Rather than have a weapon for offense, Anode has focused completely on tools for defense and escape. She's not really about fighting when she can cut and run. In a fight, she's out-manned, out-gunned, and probably going to be shot out of the sky.
- I Live Dangerously -- Anode lives dangerously. It's a big constant of her life. She puts herself at more risk than anyone really should.
- Timesickness -- Not quite acclimated to waking up in the present day after nearly dying five hundred years ago, time travel has wreaked hell on Anode's processor.
Abilities:
Anode's primary ability is her blacksmith skills. Present her with a spark and sentio metallico to try to help a bot find their shape, and she'll help try to keep the sentio warm so the spark can shape the frame. This also includes the ability to sniff out sentio metallico, quite literally! She can even tell you if it smells off in some way, like it's been tampered with in some form.
Weaponry:
Anode's only real weaponry is more of a defensive gadget--a storm shield forcefield generator that is encased in a staff and able to be jammed into the ground. It creates a quick storm shield so that she can hold back whatever large monster of the week is chasing her.
History:
A long time ago, on Cybertron, Anode was born as a mech--presumably named Anode still but the point is, Anode was assigned male/mech at birth. Though members of the Primal Vanguard would identify as female/femme after off-world missions and encounters with organic races, Anode didn't know what to think about gender until journeying out and finding HERSELF. It was after her own personal missions that she did indeed learn that she felt more comfortable as "she" and had her chassis rebuilt into a more feminine frame.
At some point, long before Thunderclash reestablished interplanetary ties between Cybertron and the colonies, Anode would find her way to Caminus. She would undertake training for her natural Blacksmith abilities at the Lighthouse, a Camien facility, trying to help newborn protoforms by sculpting their sentio metallico. However, she would perform a live sculpting before she was ever ready and as a result, the failing protoform died. While the staff of the Lighthouse was very understanding and forgiving, she just couldn't understand why they didn't hate her over it. She would falsify the facility records to make it look like she'd stolen from their sentio metallico supply and fled Caminus forever.
During her time on the run, she and her conjunx, Lug, would work hard as archaeologists and treasure-hunters. That was, until the two were contacted by a mysterious "Grand Architect" who wished them to procure Sentio Metallico. This led them to the Cybertronian moon, Luna-2, where Lug and Anode were beseiged by a Decepticon Cybernought and they tried to work under the cover of a forcefield...until "the Necrobot" saved them.
Or rather, saved Anode...
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
"No no no no no, I can do this, I promise! It'll be no big, a walk in the promenade. A splish-splash in the fountain!" Anode lifted her hands casually, casting her bright gaze to the instructors at the Lighthouse.
One of the instructors, a white mech with rainbow armored panels on his arms and legs, held out a protoform that had not gotten past its current stage and was struggling. "Of course. We'd like to see what you can do, Anode. Show us!"
Externally, the young Blacksmith grinned. Internally, however, she was panicking. The spark temperature and the sentio temperature were plummeting. No! She had to stop it from falling any further! She struggled to keep her energies focused, though her optics stared desperately at the protoform desperately fighting to take shape with her help.
"C'mon...you can do this...you can do this..." She shakily murmured, half seeming to say it to herself, and half seeming to say it to the protoform. "You gotta do this, you just gotta..."
However, despite her best effort, the sentio metallico seized, forming a strange snowflake-like shape before collapsing to the ground. Anode dropped to her knees, wailing, expecting the teachers to throw her out, to snap at her for failing. She'd killed a protoform. She had killed a protoform!
"It's okay, Anode. We understand. These things happen to even the most experienced blacksmiths." One of the medics spoke up.
A blacksmith teacher--the one who had given her the protoform, gently touched her shoulder. "Don't be ashamed or discouraged. You have learned from this experience, yes, Anode?"
Anode shook, tears still streaming down her face. It was then that she knew what she had to do. If they weren't going to kick her out, and she wasn't going to quit, there was only one thing left to do. She needed to mess with the records, get herself hated, and get the hell out of here.