Post by Deleted on May 21, 2017 21:12:21 GMT
Player Alias: Moon
Character Name: Taciturn || Subject 9101 (Original Character)
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description:
Taciturn is absurdly slender in it's facial structure, much like a dried out corpse. It has no 'eyebrows' to speak of, and even though it does have a 'brow', it doesn't move. It's face is a very, very white and blank canvas, with the look of as if someone has stretched material over a skull and only fashioned eyes and lips, for it is missing any semblance of a nose. Taciturn rarely ever blinks, and it's lips only change position if it is speaking. It can smile, but it only does so on occasions where it has found others doing the same. Socially awkward, much? Last but not least are it's eyes, a almost greyish yellow, as if somewhere between death and life, which if anyone knew, it is very true.
Taciturn has the form of a typical speed-designed seeker, very slender. Its hands are slight, elegant and clearly able to do more delicate tasks. It's arms have been modified to house the experimental energy guns it carries, but this modification looks to only have form and not function, unless having been used. Taciturn's coloration is mostly white with muted neon yellow and navy blue accent colors that are only noticeable up close. If far away or flying as fast as it normally does, all one would see is pure white. Having scanned a X-29 aircraft from an experimental facility, Taciturn's alt-mode has 'forward-facing' wings unlike the typical 'backwards facing' that most come to associate with jets and general aircraft alike.
Taciturn's build is not like anything one might associate with a mech or a femme, very gender neutral. It is tall, but not so much that it wouldn't be too much taller than Starscream if they stood side by side. (As if they ever would) It constantly stands with it's shoulders level and back almost perfectly straight(painfully so), neck stretched tall within it's collar and limbs long and lean.
Personality:
Taciturn does not have an easily identifiable way of concluding how it really feels. Most of the time, it feels little to nothing at all, a neutral interest in everything around it. It grows curious from time to time, and is able to sate it's boredom, which is easily achieved. Taciturn moves on from one thing to the next, having yet to dedicate it's all to a specific cause or being. It is however, easily interested in things relating to science, medicine, and weaponry. Something about having being processed, reborn, and retrained in a experimental laboratory influenced that curiosity.
Towards life, it has no sympathy or concern, truly being numb to the feelings and welfare of those around it. It's drive to live another day may be one of the few things that can be compared to others, desiring to not 'go grey' again. Having passed away once itself, it does feel sympathy towards those who have died, are dying, or have lost someone they dearly loved. It knows the pain of death. Literally.
Flashbacks of emotions haunt it as it goes through certain actions and watches others around it. Anger and loneliness being two of those many emotions. At times, even if it has no reason to be, something may trigger it into being angered often to the point of blind rage. More often than not, it feels deep loneliness as it watches others interact happily around it, and though it may want to, it's nonchalant and blunt attitude tend to turn many a bot away.
As for other emotions, confusion mostly riddles Taciturn. It is confused about it's purpose and even if it should still be living anyways. Taciturn knows that as soon as someone finds out that it is technically 'undead', it will be killed, and it has great trouble explaining it's origins due to it not really knowing it's origins other than the lab. If things happen too fast, or too many ideas conflict in its mind, Taciturn will freeze up and try to sort things out till it can find at least a semi-permanent solution. This 'glitching' can last from a second to hours, even days. If it becomes too much, Taciturn's processor will crash and reboot, a great liability and concern.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths
Weaknesses
Abilities:
INVISIBILITY:
Taciturn has the ability to blend into his background, automatically if it feels threatened. If it stands perfectly still, there is no way to see it unless one is specialized in seeing through such abilities or is looking for it with assistance from other devices. Even though invisible, this all breaks when and if it moves. As it's camoflauge morphs around it, it is able to be seen until it stands still again.
TELEPORTATION
Taciturn has the ability to teleport distances of up to a half a mile; however, despite this limitation, it has great skill in it. It can teleport at a rapid pace, faster than a human can blink and many times in a row if it needs to. When watched, it's teleporting almost looks like glitches in the reality and especially on a camera.
Weaponry:
DOUBLE-BLADED ENERGY SWORD
Taciturn, before leaving the lab of it's reanimation, it took experimental weapons with it, a double-bladed energy sword on of them. It is to be used one handed, and Taciturn has figured out over the many cycles of its life how to swirl the blade from hand to hand, around it's back, or over it's head. When activated, the energy beams stream out across the metal, glowing white. In Taciturn's hands, it can be dangerous, but more so when it comes to removing limbs. Any open hole in a bots armor will be exploited and the softer metal can be cleaved in two. Armor and thicker metals can and will be cut, but cannot create severe damage. At the same time, this weapon is also a hazard to Taciturn's health, which is why it is missing it's pinkie digit on both servos.
ADJUSTABLE ENERGY RIFLES
As with most seekers, Taciturn has rifles, but instead of on it's arms they are a part of it's arms and hands. It's arms have three rings lining the underneath of them, which light up when the rifles are in use. To fire a shot, Taciturn's palm must be facing it's enemy. When the first ring lights up, the blast from the rifle is able to stun, giving Taciturn time to make it's escape. The second ring signifies the stronger power, and a blast is now able to cause damage. When all three rings light up, the blast is now lethal and able to pierce through armor and bot alike. Head shots are it's favorite 'KO'.
History:
TRIGGER WARNINGS [death, corpses, gore, dark themes in general, 'playing god']
-OPEN FILE 1...... SUBJECT 9101. // REPLAY HISTORY -
-DAY 1-
Camera focuses in on a bot, dark blue in color format and comfortably sitting on the edge of a lab table. The bot looks into the recorder with very excited and slightly anxious look on his face. 'Hello, this is Detachment!' A brightly grinning bot runs into the frame, his frame slender and an obnoxious, neon yellow color. 'And Ringer!' Detachment rolls his eyes. 'Yes, and Ringer, I was getting to that.. Any who, this is day one in the M.E..' Ringer suddenly interrupts, clearly enthused about the project. 'AKA, the Metempsychotic Experiment!' Ringer suddenly darts off towards and around the camera as if to grab or do something. Detachment rolls his eyes. 'To those who are watching, we are trying to reanimate a bot by use of.. -static flickers through- ... Ringer, I told you not to mess with that! We're trying to record this for science.' Detachment growls out, clearly not looking at the camera but at the bot standing beyond it. 'Science of how much an aft you are..' Ringer mutters out of line of sight of the camera. 'SHUT IT!'
The camera is then picked up and carried off into another lab suite where on the table lays a prone, white seeker, clearly deceased if the grey optics are anything to go by. Its mouth is slightly open and there are not brows to be seen, its face seamless in death as it must have been in life. Its chest casing has been pried open, and off to the side of its head is a glowing container with a vibrant yellow light whipping around inside. Detachment picks up the container and waves his hand over the body. 'This, my fellow bots, is our corpse..' Then his hand points up to the container. 'And this is a lab created spark! Oh yes, we have indeed done it!' Camera turns to face Ringer, who has been clearly holding it. 'And it wasn't easy!' Then the camera whirls back around to a unamused Detachment who is staring at Ringer. 'What?' 'Nothing, anyways.. We will be attempting to place this here spark, into this here corpse, and bringing it back to life, no sparks reused and abused.' Detachment looks up to Ringer and loses his smile. 'Not cool dude..' 'Shut it, Ringer.'
The camera is set on it side on a nearby table as Ringer approaches Detachment and holds the container as it is given to him. What follows is two young scientists crude attempt at placing a spark inside the corpse. As they gripe, grumble, and grit their denta, they eventually get the spark inside with a violent flash of yellow light than knocks Ringer on his aft and Detachment a few steps back. 'SLAG!' 'RINGER GET UP!' The camera shorts out as the light pulses a few more times, but what it zooms in on before powering down is the twitch of the corpse's hand.
-DAY 36-
Camera switches on to come face to face with Ringer. 'Ringer, get in here! I want to introduce it!' 'Ok!' Ringer runs off, the camera bouncing then turning to face Detachment sitting beside the white, now alive, seeker. Its' yellow eyes turn from Detachment to the camera then up to Ringer and back to the camera again. 'What is it..' It asks, pointing a slender finger towards the camera. 'Well, its a vid-recorder.' 'What does it do?' 'It films you so other people can see you too!' The pale seeker fixes its yellow gaze on the camera lens, some sort emotion flickering around in those yellow eyes. 'So anyways, everybody, this is Taciturn, as per it's insistence. You sure you want that as a name?' 'Yes. I like it.' Detachment looks up beyond the camera at Ringer, giving a shrug. 'Whatever you want, my bot!' Ringer speaks from off camera. Then he sets it down on a table, facing Detachment and 'Taciturn', and runs over to sit on the other side of the now living seeker. 'Ok, picture in 1.. 2... 3...' 'Say success!' Frozen in place, Detachment and Ringer are smiling, each arm wrapped over Taciturn's shoulders, or at least as well as they can over the tall seeker's spindly form. Taciturn is instead staring into the camera with a very clearly forced attempt at a smile, revealing sharp fangs.
-DAY 79-
Camera switches on and is set to face through a window looking into a locked up room where Taciturn is rapidly breezing through the data passing on a computer. 'Subject 9101 is freaking me the frag out..' 'Quiet Ringer. It can hear us if we're too loud.' 'This was a bad idea, Detachment..' 'I know, but we can't just terminate it.. I mean, we gave it life..' 'Yes we can! We have to, you heard it! You can see what it can do, watch, I bet its doing it now!' 'But Ringer...' Their arguing goes on in the background as they walk away, leaving the camera to record the seeker as it downloads the data in front of it. Once their voices and footfalls have disappeared into the distance, 'Taciturn' turns its yellow gaze towards where the camera is setting in the window. The camera glitches as the seeker gets up and approaches, gaze fixed on the machine. 'Taciturn' disappears, leaving the camera to roll for a few quiet minutes, nothing but the computer scrolling in the back of the room. Suddenly, the computer screen lights up ever brighter before flashing off.
There in front of the camera appears the face of the seeker, and as the camera is lifted up, it is quite obviously in the hands of 'Taciturn'. The camera is turned over, if the change of angle is any sign as the seeker examines it. The yellow eyes have grown dim, almost to the point of being grey again. A frown fixes on the white seeker's face, perhaps the only emotion it has ever shown the camera. Suddenly, 'Taciturn' glances up, looking off to the side at something out of view of the camera. The camera glitches again and finds itself placed back where it was in the window, but facing at an upside down angle, the seeker staring at the computer screen again, data rolling across the screen again. Their argument comes back into hearing as Detachment and Ringer enter the room again. 'I'm telling you, we should not have stolen that body from the experimental unit! You know Shockwave does weird things in...' 'Did you leave the camera like that?' 'No...' 'Primus... We do it tomorrow.'
-DAY 80-
Camera switches on and focuses in on a clearly distressed Ringer and through the windows of the office, the small lab and room can be seen billowing smoke and two figures within it. One figure flashes in and out of view constantly, this may be a glitch.'This is Ringer, if you are watching this, it means we've failed. At all costs, kill Subject 9101, 'Taciturn', whatever it decides to call itself! Frag it.. Please, it can disappear and teleport itself, I don't know how far but it can. Please, if we can't, kill the thing as soon as you...' 'AGGGGGHHHHH---' 'Detach! I'm coming!!' Ringer runs off, knocking the vid-recorder onto the floor underneath the table. The lights flicker out and the sound of screeching metal and crashes fill the dark and smoke filled room. This continues for a little over 15 minutes until everything goes silent.
Suddenly, a round object is thrown into view, clearly a head, rolling about to reveal Detachment's face in a frozen scream. There is the sound of footsteps approaching and a slender hand reaches underneath the table to bring the camera back into the light. It is met yet again with Taciturn's face, which now has a splatter of glowing energon decorating it. 'This is Taciturn, and as my friends are unable to be with us right now, I shall be taking control of this experiment.. Let us begin.'
The camera turns to view forward as Taciturn makes its way into the lab, smoke finally clearing and revealing the two very mangled corpses of its once 'parents'. The seeker lays the vid-recorder down on a table and allows it to roll as it goes through a number of tasks. It's first being making adjustments to it's paint job, adding muted yellow and blue tones to various parts of it's body. These become accents that completely change the look of the seeker... All except for the face. Taciturn then walks off camera view, and returns with a range of strange objects glittering in a bright green crate. As it takes each object out, it reveals that they are all experimental weapons of a sort. Out of all of them, Taciturn chooses a double bladed energon sword that glows white when activated. Also picked out are some sort of arm mounted rifles, replacing much of the armor housing underneath the arm. 'Typical. Expect a fool to paint a weapon bright yellow.. Ringer would have died instantly.' The seeker fumbles around through the lab, finding some sort of scouring tool and begins to take the color off the rifles. Once back to being a normal grey rifle, Taciturn checks the sights and the functioning of the rifles, then repaints them to match it's paint job. It takes apart each of it's arms, gaze looking over instructions and diagrams on a datapad, it rewires them so that each rifle is attached to the bottom of it's arms and can be used appropriately. It tests the power on the corpses and nods approvingly as it observes the smoking bodies.
Finally, it turns it's gaze back to the camera. 'If you are watching this, the M.E. was a success.' That being said, the camera is turned off for the last time.
-END RECORDING... || PROJECT M.E. SUCCESSFUL.... -
After it's metempsychosis, Taciturn proceeded to leave the laboratory and out of the building, hilariously just before the place was bombed into ruin by Decepticons. Taciturn, having found zero interest in continuing to stay immobile and without use, joined the Autobots under it's self chosen name, and worked as a part of intel, and with time and intense training, a part of a assassination team. Taciturn found itself a decent place amongst the Autobots, that being helped by it's ability to blend within it's environment. It's ability to teleport very short distances in rapid bursts was carefully hidden by use of it's 'invisibility', and gave Taciturn the ability to hone its skills.
Soon bored with the Autobot cause, it left on it's own way, taking a ship and traveling the galaxy as a assassin for hire. Having seen and experienced more things than could be imagined along the way, Taciturn found itself overwhelmed and confused as to what it's purpose is in life. Amongst the Autobots it had a job, a home, and annoying beings to listen to or freak out. The annoying part stuck within it's mind, and so Taciturn found itself conflicted as to whether or not join the Autobots again.
As with all it did, Taciturn decided to do something unpredictable. It looked to join the Decepticons, and set off on it's own gambit across the universe till it came upon a planet, SOL-3. However, it could not join the Decepticons under an Autobot ship and wearing their brand. Taciturn intentionally 'crash-landed' into Earth's less inhabited deserts, and found itself once again confused and overwhelmed at what it had done. Was it really so desperate to join the Decepticons? Perhaps.. Perhaps it was a mistake.
Either way, it was stuck in the middle of what was called 'Death Valley', in the middle of a state called 'Nevada', within a country called 'The United States of America.' Confused isn't even a big enough word to describe exactly how Taciturn feels right about now. It began sneaking around, scanning a aircraft form from a local airport, a very secretive one for some reason, using the new form to blend in. After sending out a distress beacon, it found itself stuck and mostly unwilling to move from it's 'crash site'. Currently all it does is fly around, sight-see, and search SOL-3's 'internet' for more knowledge about the planet and look for important news pertaining to it's own needs. Sitting on it's aft and flying around in giant circles is getting boring..
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
FROM TOGETHER WE FALL : AU NARUTO RP
Character Name: Taciturn || Subject 9101 (Original Character)
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description:
Taciturn is absurdly slender in it's facial structure, much like a dried out corpse. It has no 'eyebrows' to speak of, and even though it does have a 'brow', it doesn't move. It's face is a very, very white and blank canvas, with the look of as if someone has stretched material over a skull and only fashioned eyes and lips, for it is missing any semblance of a nose. Taciturn rarely ever blinks, and it's lips only change position if it is speaking. It can smile, but it only does so on occasions where it has found others doing the same. Socially awkward, much? Last but not least are it's eyes, a almost greyish yellow, as if somewhere between death and life, which if anyone knew, it is very true.
Taciturn has the form of a typical speed-designed seeker, very slender. Its hands are slight, elegant and clearly able to do more delicate tasks. It's arms have been modified to house the experimental energy guns it carries, but this modification looks to only have form and not function, unless having been used. Taciturn's coloration is mostly white with muted neon yellow and navy blue accent colors that are only noticeable up close. If far away or flying as fast as it normally does, all one would see is pure white. Having scanned a X-29 aircraft from an experimental facility, Taciturn's alt-mode has 'forward-facing' wings unlike the typical 'backwards facing' that most come to associate with jets and general aircraft alike.
Taciturn's build is not like anything one might associate with a mech or a femme, very gender neutral. It is tall, but not so much that it wouldn't be too much taller than Starscream if they stood side by side. (As if they ever would) It constantly stands with it's shoulders level and back almost perfectly straight(painfully so), neck stretched tall within it's collar and limbs long and lean.
Personality:
Taciturn does not have an easily identifiable way of concluding how it really feels. Most of the time, it feels little to nothing at all, a neutral interest in everything around it. It grows curious from time to time, and is able to sate it's boredom, which is easily achieved. Taciturn moves on from one thing to the next, having yet to dedicate it's all to a specific cause or being. It is however, easily interested in things relating to science, medicine, and weaponry. Something about having being processed, reborn, and retrained in a experimental laboratory influenced that curiosity.
Towards life, it has no sympathy or concern, truly being numb to the feelings and welfare of those around it. It's drive to live another day may be one of the few things that can be compared to others, desiring to not 'go grey' again. Having passed away once itself, it does feel sympathy towards those who have died, are dying, or have lost someone they dearly loved. It knows the pain of death. Literally.
Flashbacks of emotions haunt it as it goes through certain actions and watches others around it. Anger and loneliness being two of those many emotions. At times, even if it has no reason to be, something may trigger it into being angered often to the point of blind rage. More often than not, it feels deep loneliness as it watches others interact happily around it, and though it may want to, it's nonchalant and blunt attitude tend to turn many a bot away.
As for other emotions, confusion mostly riddles Taciturn. It is confused about it's purpose and even if it should still be living anyways. Taciturn knows that as soon as someone finds out that it is technically 'undead', it will be killed, and it has great trouble explaining it's origins due to it not really knowing it's origins other than the lab. If things happen too fast, or too many ideas conflict in its mind, Taciturn will freeze up and try to sort things out till it can find at least a semi-permanent solution. This 'glitching' can last from a second to hours, even days. If it becomes too much, Taciturn's processor will crash and reboot, a great liability and concern.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths
- Curious - Always facinated with things or beings it hasn't seen/met before, and has a habit of subtly working towards finding out more.
- Hard-worker - Once given a task, Taciturn will work till it is finished, whether it be a mission, grunt work, or tedious organizing.
- Determined - Once Taciturn has set it's mind to something, it refuses to not finish what it started unless absolutely necessary. There are special situations where it will give up easily, Taciturn is not about to endanger itself(or others).
- Elegant - When fighting, after having trained for several years, it's attacks flow together like water. When in everyday life, it behaves and acts with a certain quality, as if it was from the high towers instead of risen from the dead.
- Careful - It handles every situation and object as if it were a bomb to diffuse, with a trained tongue and a delicate touch.
Weaknesses
- Apathetic - Taciturn has little concern for the feelings and sometimes the wellbeing of others. It isn't that it's cold hearted, it just can't find it within itself to care. Literally.
- Weak - Taciturn's armor is very light and it's form very thin leaving it susceptible to the attacks of others, especially those who specialize in brute force.
- Unpredictable - One moment Taciturn can be super focused on one thing, then it becomes bored and does something else. Around others in social environments, even more so. It doesn't know how to react to certain conversations and can go from apathetic to angry in a matter of seconds.
- Blunt - Even if it hurts others, Taciturn has no filter on what it says. Whatever comes out of it's mouth is exactly what it thinks.
- Easily Confused - If more than one idea/conflict clashes with another and Taciturn cannot find a 'rock to stand on', it freezes up and has to think about how it wants to do. Sometimes this can take minutes, hours, or even days, but as soon as it is conflicted, it completely freezes up and is unable to preform any tasks.
- Fearful/Paranoid - This is due to the fact as to whether or not someone knows about it being 'dead'. That recording is quite possibly still out there, and Taciturn fears what might happen if someone finds that tape.
Abilities:
INVISIBILITY:
Taciturn has the ability to blend into his background, automatically if it feels threatened. If it stands perfectly still, there is no way to see it unless one is specialized in seeing through such abilities or is looking for it with assistance from other devices. Even though invisible, this all breaks when and if it moves. As it's camoflauge morphs around it, it is able to be seen until it stands still again.
TELEPORTATION
Taciturn has the ability to teleport distances of up to a half a mile; however, despite this limitation, it has great skill in it. It can teleport at a rapid pace, faster than a human can blink and many times in a row if it needs to. When watched, it's teleporting almost looks like glitches in the reality and especially on a camera.
Weaponry:
DOUBLE-BLADED ENERGY SWORD
Taciturn, before leaving the lab of it's reanimation, it took experimental weapons with it, a double-bladed energy sword on of them. It is to be used one handed, and Taciturn has figured out over the many cycles of its life how to swirl the blade from hand to hand, around it's back, or over it's head. When activated, the energy beams stream out across the metal, glowing white. In Taciturn's hands, it can be dangerous, but more so when it comes to removing limbs. Any open hole in a bots armor will be exploited and the softer metal can be cleaved in two. Armor and thicker metals can and will be cut, but cannot create severe damage. At the same time, this weapon is also a hazard to Taciturn's health, which is why it is missing it's pinkie digit on both servos.
ADJUSTABLE ENERGY RIFLES
As with most seekers, Taciturn has rifles, but instead of on it's arms they are a part of it's arms and hands. It's arms have three rings lining the underneath of them, which light up when the rifles are in use. To fire a shot, Taciturn's palm must be facing it's enemy. When the first ring lights up, the blast from the rifle is able to stun, giving Taciturn time to make it's escape. The second ring signifies the stronger power, and a blast is now able to cause damage. When all three rings light up, the blast is now lethal and able to pierce through armor and bot alike. Head shots are it's favorite 'KO'.
History:
TRIGGER WARNINGS [death, corpses, gore, dark themes in general, 'playing god']
-OPEN FILE 1...... SUBJECT 9101. // REPLAY HISTORY -
-DAY 1-
Camera focuses in on a bot, dark blue in color format and comfortably sitting on the edge of a lab table. The bot looks into the recorder with very excited and slightly anxious look on his face. 'Hello, this is Detachment!' A brightly grinning bot runs into the frame, his frame slender and an obnoxious, neon yellow color. 'And Ringer!' Detachment rolls his eyes. 'Yes, and Ringer, I was getting to that.. Any who, this is day one in the M.E..' Ringer suddenly interrupts, clearly enthused about the project. 'AKA, the Metempsychotic Experiment!' Ringer suddenly darts off towards and around the camera as if to grab or do something. Detachment rolls his eyes. 'To those who are watching, we are trying to reanimate a bot by use of.. -static flickers through- ... Ringer, I told you not to mess with that! We're trying to record this for science.' Detachment growls out, clearly not looking at the camera but at the bot standing beyond it. 'Science of how much an aft you are..' Ringer mutters out of line of sight of the camera. 'SHUT IT!'
The camera is then picked up and carried off into another lab suite where on the table lays a prone, white seeker, clearly deceased if the grey optics are anything to go by. Its mouth is slightly open and there are not brows to be seen, its face seamless in death as it must have been in life. Its chest casing has been pried open, and off to the side of its head is a glowing container with a vibrant yellow light whipping around inside. Detachment picks up the container and waves his hand over the body. 'This, my fellow bots, is our corpse..' Then his hand points up to the container. 'And this is a lab created spark! Oh yes, we have indeed done it!' Camera turns to face Ringer, who has been clearly holding it. 'And it wasn't easy!' Then the camera whirls back around to a unamused Detachment who is staring at Ringer. 'What?' 'Nothing, anyways.. We will be attempting to place this here spark, into this here corpse, and bringing it back to life, no sparks reused and abused.' Detachment looks up to Ringer and loses his smile. 'Not cool dude..' 'Shut it, Ringer.'
The camera is set on it side on a nearby table as Ringer approaches Detachment and holds the container as it is given to him. What follows is two young scientists crude attempt at placing a spark inside the corpse. As they gripe, grumble, and grit their denta, they eventually get the spark inside with a violent flash of yellow light than knocks Ringer on his aft and Detachment a few steps back. 'SLAG!' 'RINGER GET UP!' The camera shorts out as the light pulses a few more times, but what it zooms in on before powering down is the twitch of the corpse's hand.
-DAY 36-
Camera switches on to come face to face with Ringer. 'Ringer, get in here! I want to introduce it!' 'Ok!' Ringer runs off, the camera bouncing then turning to face Detachment sitting beside the white, now alive, seeker. Its' yellow eyes turn from Detachment to the camera then up to Ringer and back to the camera again. 'What is it..' It asks, pointing a slender finger towards the camera. 'Well, its a vid-recorder.' 'What does it do?' 'It films you so other people can see you too!' The pale seeker fixes its yellow gaze on the camera lens, some sort emotion flickering around in those yellow eyes. 'So anyways, everybody, this is Taciturn, as per it's insistence. You sure you want that as a name?' 'Yes. I like it.' Detachment looks up beyond the camera at Ringer, giving a shrug. 'Whatever you want, my bot!' Ringer speaks from off camera. Then he sets it down on a table, facing Detachment and 'Taciturn', and runs over to sit on the other side of the now living seeker. 'Ok, picture in 1.. 2... 3...' 'Say success!' Frozen in place, Detachment and Ringer are smiling, each arm wrapped over Taciturn's shoulders, or at least as well as they can over the tall seeker's spindly form. Taciturn is instead staring into the camera with a very clearly forced attempt at a smile, revealing sharp fangs.
-DAY 79-
Camera switches on and is set to face through a window looking into a locked up room where Taciturn is rapidly breezing through the data passing on a computer. 'Subject 9101 is freaking me the frag out..' 'Quiet Ringer. It can hear us if we're too loud.' 'This was a bad idea, Detachment..' 'I know, but we can't just terminate it.. I mean, we gave it life..' 'Yes we can! We have to, you heard it! You can see what it can do, watch, I bet its doing it now!' 'But Ringer...' Their arguing goes on in the background as they walk away, leaving the camera to record the seeker as it downloads the data in front of it. Once their voices and footfalls have disappeared into the distance, 'Taciturn' turns its yellow gaze towards where the camera is setting in the window. The camera glitches as the seeker gets up and approaches, gaze fixed on the machine. 'Taciturn' disappears, leaving the camera to roll for a few quiet minutes, nothing but the computer scrolling in the back of the room. Suddenly, the computer screen lights up ever brighter before flashing off.
There in front of the camera appears the face of the seeker, and as the camera is lifted up, it is quite obviously in the hands of 'Taciturn'. The camera is turned over, if the change of angle is any sign as the seeker examines it. The yellow eyes have grown dim, almost to the point of being grey again. A frown fixes on the white seeker's face, perhaps the only emotion it has ever shown the camera. Suddenly, 'Taciturn' glances up, looking off to the side at something out of view of the camera. The camera glitches again and finds itself placed back where it was in the window, but facing at an upside down angle, the seeker staring at the computer screen again, data rolling across the screen again. Their argument comes back into hearing as Detachment and Ringer enter the room again. 'I'm telling you, we should not have stolen that body from the experimental unit! You know Shockwave does weird things in...' 'Did you leave the camera like that?' 'No...' 'Primus... We do it tomorrow.'
-DAY 80-
Camera switches on and focuses in on a clearly distressed Ringer and through the windows of the office, the small lab and room can be seen billowing smoke and two figures within it. One figure flashes in and out of view constantly, this may be a glitch.'This is Ringer, if you are watching this, it means we've failed. At all costs, kill Subject 9101, 'Taciturn', whatever it decides to call itself! Frag it.. Please, it can disappear and teleport itself, I don't know how far but it can. Please, if we can't, kill the thing as soon as you...' 'AGGGGGHHHHH---' 'Detach! I'm coming!!' Ringer runs off, knocking the vid-recorder onto the floor underneath the table. The lights flicker out and the sound of screeching metal and crashes fill the dark and smoke filled room. This continues for a little over 15 minutes until everything goes silent.
Suddenly, a round object is thrown into view, clearly a head, rolling about to reveal Detachment's face in a frozen scream. There is the sound of footsteps approaching and a slender hand reaches underneath the table to bring the camera back into the light. It is met yet again with Taciturn's face, which now has a splatter of glowing energon decorating it. 'This is Taciturn, and as my friends are unable to be with us right now, I shall be taking control of this experiment.. Let us begin.'
The camera turns to view forward as Taciturn makes its way into the lab, smoke finally clearing and revealing the two very mangled corpses of its once 'parents'. The seeker lays the vid-recorder down on a table and allows it to roll as it goes through a number of tasks. It's first being making adjustments to it's paint job, adding muted yellow and blue tones to various parts of it's body. These become accents that completely change the look of the seeker... All except for the face. Taciturn then walks off camera view, and returns with a range of strange objects glittering in a bright green crate. As it takes each object out, it reveals that they are all experimental weapons of a sort. Out of all of them, Taciturn chooses a double bladed energon sword that glows white when activated. Also picked out are some sort of arm mounted rifles, replacing much of the armor housing underneath the arm. 'Typical. Expect a fool to paint a weapon bright yellow.. Ringer would have died instantly.' The seeker fumbles around through the lab, finding some sort of scouring tool and begins to take the color off the rifles. Once back to being a normal grey rifle, Taciturn checks the sights and the functioning of the rifles, then repaints them to match it's paint job. It takes apart each of it's arms, gaze looking over instructions and diagrams on a datapad, it rewires them so that each rifle is attached to the bottom of it's arms and can be used appropriately. It tests the power on the corpses and nods approvingly as it observes the smoking bodies.
Finally, it turns it's gaze back to the camera. 'If you are watching this, the M.E. was a success.' That being said, the camera is turned off for the last time.
-END RECORDING... || PROJECT M.E. SUCCESSFUL.... -
After it's metempsychosis, Taciturn proceeded to leave the laboratory and out of the building, hilariously just before the place was bombed into ruin by Decepticons. Taciturn, having found zero interest in continuing to stay immobile and without use, joined the Autobots under it's self chosen name, and worked as a part of intel, and with time and intense training, a part of a assassination team. Taciturn found itself a decent place amongst the Autobots, that being helped by it's ability to blend within it's environment. It's ability to teleport very short distances in rapid bursts was carefully hidden by use of it's 'invisibility', and gave Taciturn the ability to hone its skills.
Soon bored with the Autobot cause, it left on it's own way, taking a ship and traveling the galaxy as a assassin for hire. Having seen and experienced more things than could be imagined along the way, Taciturn found itself overwhelmed and confused as to what it's purpose is in life. Amongst the Autobots it had a job, a home, and annoying beings to listen to or freak out. The annoying part stuck within it's mind, and so Taciturn found itself conflicted as to whether or not join the Autobots again.
As with all it did, Taciturn decided to do something unpredictable. It looked to join the Decepticons, and set off on it's own gambit across the universe till it came upon a planet, SOL-3. However, it could not join the Decepticons under an Autobot ship and wearing their brand. Taciturn intentionally 'crash-landed' into Earth's less inhabited deserts, and found itself once again confused and overwhelmed at what it had done. Was it really so desperate to join the Decepticons? Perhaps.. Perhaps it was a mistake.
Either way, it was stuck in the middle of what was called 'Death Valley', in the middle of a state called 'Nevada', within a country called 'The United States of America.' Confused isn't even a big enough word to describe exactly how Taciturn feels right about now. It began sneaking around, scanning a aircraft form from a local airport, a very secretive one for some reason, using the new form to blend in. After sending out a distress beacon, it found itself stuck and mostly unwilling to move from it's 'crash site'. Currently all it does is fly around, sight-see, and search SOL-3's 'internet' for more knowledge about the planet and look for important news pertaining to it's own needs. Sitting on it's aft and flying around in giant circles is getting boring..
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
FROM TOGETHER WE FALL : AU NARUTO RP
Minori had left Tetsuo, or Uno as he wished to be called, behind to set up camp. He would be best at creating an underground hideout and Minori was confident in his skills that he could protect himself. She told him so before she left and she only hoped he believed her. She wished he only knew it, how strong he could be if he worked hard at it.
The small town was far from their camp, deep in the forests and shrouded in mist. Uno could use the mist to his advantage, to hide and fight if need be, but the woman highly doubted he would have any issue. If he did... Well, lets just say Minori was very.. Protective. Hell hath no fury like a Jashinist angered.
Here, she went about, buying essential supplies, like rice to cook and seasonings to go with. Minori lived on very little, and it was expected of Uno to do the same. What need did they have of extravagant meals? None. Rice bought and stored away, she went looking for other items, like a plain mask.. She had decided that masks would be the best way to both identify and hide themselves. Of course they wouldn't be worn into towns, unless absolutely necessary. She prefered her cowl and the straw hat she wore.
At a point in their travels, she had disposed of her black outfit, preferring to simply keep wearing her clothes of white. They suited her well enough, and it was best to dispose of anything that would weigh her down. Besides, according to Uno's first reaction to her, she was scary enough without it. Burning the black clothing had been a life changing moment to her, a promise to herself to never hide who or what she was ever again. If society feared her, fine. If they accepted her, fine. But she would never hide behind black again.
Despite having bought bare essentials, she couldn't help but catch a whiff of the smell of dumplings drifting over from a local food stand. Well.. Perhaps a small treat would be ok, besides, Tetsuo would probably like a change from the monotony of the food they currently ate. Minori got in line, looking up at the menu and deciding to just get a to-go box of pork dumplings. The dumplings, paired with the seasoned rice she'd fix this afternoon, would be delicious. Even her own mouth watered at the thought.
She finally got to the stand's counter, ordered her food, and turned about to leave. Minori paused though, to reach in and get a dumpling to munch on till she got back, only to have a 'gentleman' shove her aside. "Stay out of the way, idiot!" he snarled at her, ignoring the fact that when he had shoved her he knocked the box of dumplings from her hands, spilling them all on the ground. The urge to take his life was great, and as she watched him turn his back to her and walk away, her hand made to grab a kunai hidden on her belt... But she reigned her anger in and decided that he wasn't worth the effort, he wasn't an evil man, just a asshole.
She shook her head and looked to the dumplings on the ground, only to see a dog devouring them. "At least someone will get a good meal out of this.." Minori smiled down at the animal and sighed as she looked towards the stand. Perhaps this was Jashin's will, that this was her punishment for trying to go against his way. However, she was disappointed in herself, and this feeling translated itself to her face in the form of a sad frown and pitiful gaze.. Now she wouldn't have a treat to share with Uno, and she was looking forward to maybe seeing him smile.
The small town was far from their camp, deep in the forests and shrouded in mist. Uno could use the mist to his advantage, to hide and fight if need be, but the woman highly doubted he would have any issue. If he did... Well, lets just say Minori was very.. Protective. Hell hath no fury like a Jashinist angered.
Here, she went about, buying essential supplies, like rice to cook and seasonings to go with. Minori lived on very little, and it was expected of Uno to do the same. What need did they have of extravagant meals? None. Rice bought and stored away, she went looking for other items, like a plain mask.. She had decided that masks would be the best way to both identify and hide themselves. Of course they wouldn't be worn into towns, unless absolutely necessary. She prefered her cowl and the straw hat she wore.
At a point in their travels, she had disposed of her black outfit, preferring to simply keep wearing her clothes of white. They suited her well enough, and it was best to dispose of anything that would weigh her down. Besides, according to Uno's first reaction to her, she was scary enough without it. Burning the black clothing had been a life changing moment to her, a promise to herself to never hide who or what she was ever again. If society feared her, fine. If they accepted her, fine. But she would never hide behind black again.
Despite having bought bare essentials, she couldn't help but catch a whiff of the smell of dumplings drifting over from a local food stand. Well.. Perhaps a small treat would be ok, besides, Tetsuo would probably like a change from the monotony of the food they currently ate. Minori got in line, looking up at the menu and deciding to just get a to-go box of pork dumplings. The dumplings, paired with the seasoned rice she'd fix this afternoon, would be delicious. Even her own mouth watered at the thought.
She finally got to the stand's counter, ordered her food, and turned about to leave. Minori paused though, to reach in and get a dumpling to munch on till she got back, only to have a 'gentleman' shove her aside. "Stay out of the way, idiot!" he snarled at her, ignoring the fact that when he had shoved her he knocked the box of dumplings from her hands, spilling them all on the ground. The urge to take his life was great, and as she watched him turn his back to her and walk away, her hand made to grab a kunai hidden on her belt... But she reigned her anger in and decided that he wasn't worth the effort, he wasn't an evil man, just a asshole.
She shook her head and looked to the dumplings on the ground, only to see a dog devouring them. "At least someone will get a good meal out of this.." Minori smiled down at the animal and sighed as she looked towards the stand. Perhaps this was Jashin's will, that this was her punishment for trying to go against his way. However, she was disappointed in herself, and this feeling translated itself to her face in the form of a sad frown and pitiful gaze.. Now she wouldn't have a treat to share with Uno, and she was looking forward to maybe seeing him smile.