Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 5:00:32 GMT
Player Alias: Moon
Character Name: Curette (Mauve)
Allegiance: Autobots | Neutral
Appearance Description:
Curette is anything but plain, her frame custom made to transform into a very futuristic car alt-mode. Her colors are coral pink, sky blue, and pale yellow and accent every curve of her body. When she walks or runs, it is just as if she walking a straight path down a runway, and her hips sway as if a musical beat is constantly playing through her body. Her optics are a custom green color, her face carefully carved, and full lips, perfect for pouting. She has a little bit of a bulkier frame, but don't let that fool you.. Call her 'fat' and she'll pimp slap you so fast you'll fly into next week.
Alt-mode
Personality:
Curette knows she is good at what she does, but she is very humble about it. Unless shouting at somebody in the heat of the moment saying 'I have done this longer than you have been alive! Now shut up and do what I say!' She doesn't like being questioned about her decisions, no matter how unorthodox they can be at times. The femme thinks she knows best when it comes to medicine, and it isn't often that she isn't right. Curette is devoted to her work, almost to the point of exhaustion, and sometimes has to be dragged out.. Unless something disturbs her enough to make her want to leave.
When faced with annoying bots who won't stay out of her med-bay, she shows incredible patience and a sweet demeanor until she can't take it anymore. At that time she marches them out of her med-bay, with a painted on smile, then smacks you upside the head before shutting the door in your face. It is best to not bother her with unnecessary talk, she is very no nonsense in her med-bay. Outside of it, she can be a little less serious. She can get very frustrated when people won't admit to their mistakes, but then again she won't admit her own. Curette can deny her involvement in something till the day she dies, and never waver from her story. It is also hard to fool her, and she refuses to drop a topic till she has an answer that she finds acceptable.. Or until you break and just tell her.
Curette is not one for love or very close relationships, for she has lost so many in her previous line of work. The femme, having seen so many hurt and she unable to save them, if deathly afraid of repeating the past. So, she doesn't grow attached to people easily, and is very careful to keep space between herself and others, all under the cover of a smile. She'll drink with you, talk, protect, and support you, but beyond that she keeps a wall around herself.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
Reserved: Curette keeps a check on her true feelings and thoughts while around her patients and coworkers, keeping up the appearance of an optimistic, no nonsense femme. She pushes everything negative away, if only to prevent herself from blowing up or breaking down. Then, when she does fall apart, it is like a dam breaking.
Protective: Having spent much of her life protecting the lives of those around her, this doesn't fail to follow her in on her future endeavors. Even if someone isn't particularly close to her, she has no issue stepping in and covering their back.
Resourceful: She is able to quickly to come up with a plan, working with what she has, no matter how little it may be. There are many a mech and femme who have been saved by her quick wit and ability to use just about anything to save a life. Bonding tape is awesome.
Physical: Despite having a little weight behind her blows(don't call her fat), Curette is less efficient with using her fists in combat than she is with a gun, she isn't exactly coordinated or practiced enough to do so. However, she is easily able to pick up a mech or femme slightly over her weight if she needs to get them on the table. Her body as a whole can take a lot of damage before she has to really back out of a fight.
Religion: Curette doesn't believe in Primus, even if she does curse him and pray for him to spare her life and others. She scoffs at religion as a whole, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing other more productive things.. And she has no issue informing you of that fact.
Control: The femme commands control over everything that goes on in her med bay, and that can extend to outside of those walls. She projects her voice easily over a crowd, and can quiet a entire room if she puts her mind to it. If she has no control, she gets very upset and uncomfortable.
Abilities:
Sneaky Little Gutter Medic: Wherever there is a hiding place, Curette will be the one to find it. The layout of a area, she is able to map it. This is all due to three abilities she has used to her advantage for several years.
-Echolocation- Curette is able to pin-point sound and can gauge the distance, size, and layout of the area around the noise fairly quickly and almost accurately enough to map out. After having made out a 'map' in her mind, she is able to continue forward with whatever she is doing. This has been gained from decades of experience on the streets and learning how to avoid getting caught or in trouble.
-Memory- Curette has a photographic memory, and is able to continuously keep her plans and tactics in order, quickly able to pull just about anything from her mental 'filing cabinet'. However, it becomes an issue when she slows down or stops. Her mind is still processing and filing things away, even when there is really nothing for her to 'catalog'. This is a modification she received whilst in the towers under the excuse of 'work related' needs.. Not that a model really needs a photographic memory.
-Empathy- This is another modification she received while in the towers, placed under 'work related' needs. She used this to gather and gauge the emotions of those around her, even if they didn't project their EM field, and use this information to her advantage; it was great if she needed to get on someone else's good side. She is also able to lightly influence the emotions of those around her; it was of great use while in the field, giving her the ability to calm those she sheltered, despite the chaos around them.
Weaponry:
Modified Hand Gun: When needed, she has a hand gun she keeps in storage, a relic from her days on Cybertron. It is really nothing special, the only out of the way thing about it being a silencer attached onto it.
The Back of Her Hand: When and if someone needs it, or deserves it, she is not above smacking someone upside the head or across the face. Whether it is as punishment or to help pull someone out of a panic-filled stupor, she is quick and heavy-handed. However, very few are on the punishment end.
History:
In the beginning, she was a nobody, just some barely grown femme with aspirations bigger and brighter than she was. Her name was Mauve. Mauve was not a doctor as she is now, nor was she even in training, and back then she didn't have the funds to do so. In other words, she was barely scraping by and worked at a local bar till her servos bled. She knew the streets of her city, and even some of the others from sober or drunken customers. Mauve knew where it was safe, where it wasn't, where to hide if or to run if in trouble.
Despite being streetwise, the only thing she had going for her was she was broad shouldered and had a curvy, tall frame. This sparked the attention of several different mechs and femmes, and gained many a tip from flaunting her frame. One day of a couple of mechs visited the bar where she worked, and they had a long drawn out conversation with her. Before they left, they gave her a data card with a number and the name of a corporation on the front.
She considered the idea for a while, and decided since she had nothing to lose, called the number on the back and made an appointment with the GOLDENROD EXCHANGE. When she arrived, she found herself in a room full of other femmes, many much taller than she and much more slender. At that point she realized she was trying out for a job as a model, and despite being nervous and slightly intimidated by the other taller femmes around her, she was determined to go through with the process. They made her walk back and forth, towards and away from them, side to side, before sending her off. She waited, a bland spot in a room of bright femmes. Then, out of all of them, she was chosen because of her 'natural beauty', because she had never been able to afford any upgrades or fancy details. Mauve was supposed to be a more 'commercially friendly' model for the GOLDENROD EXCHANGE, something the Towers didn't possess.
Her first photoshoot, she was stripped down to the plain white of her metal and splashed with gold paint, decorated in expensive accessories, and made to pose in uncomfortable positions. When the advertisements hit the net, the products sold like wildfire and suddenly her career was set in stone. It wasn't what she wanted, but the first real meal she ever saw changed her mind. She could afford the things she'd only pictured in her daydreams, and.. She could afford to go into the College of Health and Science... Known better to her as that fancy place where everything was red or white.
Due to her career on the runway and in advertisements, she had to figure out a way to disguise herself. So, having bought her own personal supplies to change her paint job, she colored herself red and white during the day, and changed her colors to whatever was popular at night. Mauve barely got any recharge, but she powered through it, excelling in her classes and graduating just behind some of the smartest bots she had ever known. However, classes was one thing, real life was another.
She got on at a nursing job with a fairly grumpy medic, one she is sure doesn't remember her, but had a habit of throwing things at bots who pissed him off. Of course, she transferred when she got a chance, trying to stay close to where her second job was. When not at the clinic, she was on a runway or attending some fancy party. Of course, all good things must come to an end.
Tensions rose in politics, and the world around her began swaying between one way and the other.. Of which she wanted no part in. Then one day, working at the clinic, a great influx of incredibly injured mechs and femmes swarmed the place. The only thing she was able to understand from them was that the Towers had been bombed and the world around them was going into chaos. Mauve would have said then that she had never seen so much energon in her life, but that would change as she grew older. She worked harder than she had ever before, trying to save the lives around her. It was that day she became a true doctor; she kept order where there should have been chaos and was able to save most of her patients.
At the end of that day someone had named her 'Curette' after all the patients she took who needed shrapnel removed, the ones she didn't trust to anyone else. The name had stuck and she shrugged off her old life and old name. The nickname was now her own, and she embraced it. Now, the only person who knows who Mauve was is Curette herself.
As sides rose up, Autobot and Decepticon, she had to learn how to properly use a gun and keep a cool head in conflicts. Her commanding nature preceded her, as did the fact that she was street-wise. Curette was famously capable of making groups of bots disappear into thin air down an alleyway, only for them to show up in safety somewhere else. The Autobots recruited her as one of their own, and she continued her work on the front lines and behind the lines as one of their operatives. For the Decepticons she became known as that 'Sneaky Little Gutter Medic' or the 'SLGM', and she lived up to it.
As the war escalated, Curette started to grow tired of the life she'd placed herself in.. So she opted out, deciding that just saving the lives of Autobots was too hypocritical. Curette kept up her 'SLGM' title, but stayed neutral, an aide for both sides instead of just one. The weight of all the madness she had to endure began to crush her, and she was about to give up.. Until she got word of a ship open to any and all who wanted off this pit forsaken planet. Without another thought Curette packed up, said her goodbyes, and left off.
A medic's life on Cybertron had become far too much for one femme to handle.
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
Character Name: Curette (Mauve)
Allegiance: Autobots | Neutral
Appearance Description:
Curette is anything but plain, her frame custom made to transform into a very futuristic car alt-mode. Her colors are coral pink, sky blue, and pale yellow and accent every curve of her body. When she walks or runs, it is just as if she walking a straight path down a runway, and her hips sway as if a musical beat is constantly playing through her body. Her optics are a custom green color, her face carefully carved, and full lips, perfect for pouting. She has a little bit of a bulkier frame, but don't let that fool you.. Call her 'fat' and she'll pimp slap you so fast you'll fly into next week.
Alt-mode
Personality:
Curette knows she is good at what she does, but she is very humble about it. Unless shouting at somebody in the heat of the moment saying 'I have done this longer than you have been alive! Now shut up and do what I say!' She doesn't like being questioned about her decisions, no matter how unorthodox they can be at times. The femme thinks she knows best when it comes to medicine, and it isn't often that she isn't right. Curette is devoted to her work, almost to the point of exhaustion, and sometimes has to be dragged out.. Unless something disturbs her enough to make her want to leave.
When faced with annoying bots who won't stay out of her med-bay, she shows incredible patience and a sweet demeanor until she can't take it anymore. At that time she marches them out of her med-bay, with a painted on smile, then smacks you upside the head before shutting the door in your face. It is best to not bother her with unnecessary talk, she is very no nonsense in her med-bay. Outside of it, she can be a little less serious. She can get very frustrated when people won't admit to their mistakes, but then again she won't admit her own. Curette can deny her involvement in something till the day she dies, and never waver from her story. It is also hard to fool her, and she refuses to drop a topic till she has an answer that she finds acceptable.. Or until you break and just tell her.
Curette is not one for love or very close relationships, for she has lost so many in her previous line of work. The femme, having seen so many hurt and she unable to save them, if deathly afraid of repeating the past. So, she doesn't grow attached to people easily, and is very careful to keep space between herself and others, all under the cover of a smile. She'll drink with you, talk, protect, and support you, but beyond that she keeps a wall around herself.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
Reserved: Curette keeps a check on her true feelings and thoughts while around her patients and coworkers, keeping up the appearance of an optimistic, no nonsense femme. She pushes everything negative away, if only to prevent herself from blowing up or breaking down. Then, when she does fall apart, it is like a dam breaking.
Protective: Having spent much of her life protecting the lives of those around her, this doesn't fail to follow her in on her future endeavors. Even if someone isn't particularly close to her, she has no issue stepping in and covering their back.
Resourceful: She is able to quickly to come up with a plan, working with what she has, no matter how little it may be. There are many a mech and femme who have been saved by her quick wit and ability to use just about anything to save a life. Bonding tape is awesome.
Physical: Despite having a little weight behind her blows(don't call her fat), Curette is less efficient with using her fists in combat than she is with a gun, she isn't exactly coordinated or practiced enough to do so. However, she is easily able to pick up a mech or femme slightly over her weight if she needs to get them on the table. Her body as a whole can take a lot of damage before she has to really back out of a fight.
Religion: Curette doesn't believe in Primus, even if she does curse him and pray for him to spare her life and others. She scoffs at religion as a whole, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing other more productive things.. And she has no issue informing you of that fact.
Control: The femme commands control over everything that goes on in her med bay, and that can extend to outside of those walls. She projects her voice easily over a crowd, and can quiet a entire room if she puts her mind to it. If she has no control, she gets very upset and uncomfortable.
Abilities:
Sneaky Little Gutter Medic: Wherever there is a hiding place, Curette will be the one to find it. The layout of a area, she is able to map it. This is all due to three abilities she has used to her advantage for several years.
-Echolocation- Curette is able to pin-point sound and can gauge the distance, size, and layout of the area around the noise fairly quickly and almost accurately enough to map out. After having made out a 'map' in her mind, she is able to continue forward with whatever she is doing. This has been gained from decades of experience on the streets and learning how to avoid getting caught or in trouble.
-Memory- Curette has a photographic memory, and is able to continuously keep her plans and tactics in order, quickly able to pull just about anything from her mental 'filing cabinet'. However, it becomes an issue when she slows down or stops. Her mind is still processing and filing things away, even when there is really nothing for her to 'catalog'. This is a modification she received whilst in the towers under the excuse of 'work related' needs.. Not that a model really needs a photographic memory.
-Empathy- This is another modification she received while in the towers, placed under 'work related' needs. She used this to gather and gauge the emotions of those around her, even if they didn't project their EM field, and use this information to her advantage; it was great if she needed to get on someone else's good side. She is also able to lightly influence the emotions of those around her; it was of great use while in the field, giving her the ability to calm those she sheltered, despite the chaos around them.
Weaponry:
Modified Hand Gun: When needed, she has a hand gun she keeps in storage, a relic from her days on Cybertron. It is really nothing special, the only out of the way thing about it being a silencer attached onto it.
The Back of Her Hand: When and if someone needs it, or deserves it, she is not above smacking someone upside the head or across the face. Whether it is as punishment or to help pull someone out of a panic-filled stupor, she is quick and heavy-handed. However, very few are on the punishment end.
History:
In the beginning, she was a nobody, just some barely grown femme with aspirations bigger and brighter than she was. Her name was Mauve. Mauve was not a doctor as she is now, nor was she even in training, and back then she didn't have the funds to do so. In other words, she was barely scraping by and worked at a local bar till her servos bled. She knew the streets of her city, and even some of the others from sober or drunken customers. Mauve knew where it was safe, where it wasn't, where to hide if or to run if in trouble.
Despite being streetwise, the only thing she had going for her was she was broad shouldered and had a curvy, tall frame. This sparked the attention of several different mechs and femmes, and gained many a tip from flaunting her frame. One day of a couple of mechs visited the bar where she worked, and they had a long drawn out conversation with her. Before they left, they gave her a data card with a number and the name of a corporation on the front.
She considered the idea for a while, and decided since she had nothing to lose, called the number on the back and made an appointment with the GOLDENROD EXCHANGE. When she arrived, she found herself in a room full of other femmes, many much taller than she and much more slender. At that point she realized she was trying out for a job as a model, and despite being nervous and slightly intimidated by the other taller femmes around her, she was determined to go through with the process. They made her walk back and forth, towards and away from them, side to side, before sending her off. She waited, a bland spot in a room of bright femmes. Then, out of all of them, she was chosen because of her 'natural beauty', because she had never been able to afford any upgrades or fancy details. Mauve was supposed to be a more 'commercially friendly' model for the GOLDENROD EXCHANGE, something the Towers didn't possess.
Her first photoshoot, she was stripped down to the plain white of her metal and splashed with gold paint, decorated in expensive accessories, and made to pose in uncomfortable positions. When the advertisements hit the net, the products sold like wildfire and suddenly her career was set in stone. It wasn't what she wanted, but the first real meal she ever saw changed her mind. She could afford the things she'd only pictured in her daydreams, and.. She could afford to go into the College of Health and Science... Known better to her as that fancy place where everything was red or white.
Due to her career on the runway and in advertisements, she had to figure out a way to disguise herself. So, having bought her own personal supplies to change her paint job, she colored herself red and white during the day, and changed her colors to whatever was popular at night. Mauve barely got any recharge, but she powered through it, excelling in her classes and graduating just behind some of the smartest bots she had ever known. However, classes was one thing, real life was another.
She got on at a nursing job with a fairly grumpy medic, one she is sure doesn't remember her, but had a habit of throwing things at bots who pissed him off. Of course, she transferred when she got a chance, trying to stay close to where her second job was. When not at the clinic, she was on a runway or attending some fancy party. Of course, all good things must come to an end.
Tensions rose in politics, and the world around her began swaying between one way and the other.. Of which she wanted no part in. Then one day, working at the clinic, a great influx of incredibly injured mechs and femmes swarmed the place. The only thing she was able to understand from them was that the Towers had been bombed and the world around them was going into chaos. Mauve would have said then that she had never seen so much energon in her life, but that would change as she grew older. She worked harder than she had ever before, trying to save the lives around her. It was that day she became a true doctor; she kept order where there should have been chaos and was able to save most of her patients.
At the end of that day someone had named her 'Curette' after all the patients she took who needed shrapnel removed, the ones she didn't trust to anyone else. The name had stuck and she shrugged off her old life and old name. The nickname was now her own, and she embraced it. Now, the only person who knows who Mauve was is Curette herself.
As sides rose up, Autobot and Decepticon, she had to learn how to properly use a gun and keep a cool head in conflicts. Her commanding nature preceded her, as did the fact that she was street-wise. Curette was famously capable of making groups of bots disappear into thin air down an alleyway, only for them to show up in safety somewhere else. The Autobots recruited her as one of their own, and she continued her work on the front lines and behind the lines as one of their operatives. For the Decepticons she became known as that 'Sneaky Little Gutter Medic' or the 'SLGM', and she lived up to it.
As the war escalated, Curette started to grow tired of the life she'd placed herself in.. So she opted out, deciding that just saving the lives of Autobots was too hypocritical. Curette kept up her 'SLGM' title, but stayed neutral, an aide for both sides instead of just one. The weight of all the madness she had to endure began to crush her, and she was about to give up.. Until she got word of a ship open to any and all who wanted off this pit forsaken planet. Without another thought Curette packed up, said her goodbyes, and left off.
A medic's life on Cybertron had become far too much for one femme to handle.
Roleplay/Writing Sample: