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✧﹝rules﹞

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Profile

Designation: Orion Pax 

Alt mode: Small transport vehicle

Plating: Red, blue, and silver

Optics: Cyan

Height: 7.5m

Attitudinal Psyche: LEVF

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Personality

Orion is kind, curious, intelligent, and empathetic. He enjoys learning and sharing his knowledge, and tends to hold idealistic outlooks for the future. He tries his best to take differing perspectives into account, placing himself in the shoes of others in order to better understand (and in some cases defend) them. He also believes in the potential for goodness in everyone, though his arguments and pacifism may sometimes appear self-righteous.

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Background / Verses

Youth

Orion spends his early cycles in a newspark care facility on the outskirts of Iacon, where he and his forgemates are looked after, supported, and educated by a team of caretakers. Affectionately nicknamed "Little Dreamer" by one who is particularly fond of him, Orion takes his time in choosing a designation of his own, exploring poetry and ancient literature for inspiration. He is not sure why a mysterious figure called Alpha Trion takes interest in him, nor is he fully aware of the role this mech has taken in securing him a decent future. Not every newspark is allowed the luxury of education and choice, and Orion could easily have been among those spirited away to perform manual labor, had he not been shown favoritism by someone with such status. Alpha Trion's presence in his life continues to increase as the ancient mech shifts from observation and occasional interference to direct mentorship, and Orion soaks up his knowledge with eagerness.

Main - Prewar

After Orion has completed his education, he takes up a job under his mentor—in the Iacon Hall of Records. The work is rather less scholarly than he had hoped, but it's stable and allows him a life of modest comfort. A small single-room apartment outside the central zone leaves a fair percentage of his paycheck free for him to save—and later to donate to worthy charities he discovers over the vorns. He is very much a nerd and a bookworm, often perusing the archives when he is not working behind their data consoles. He enjoys both fiction and nonfiction, with particular interest in the history and mythology of ancient Cybertron, as well as poetry. Orion also writes, though the content he's published within the archive is limited to research and translations of a few very niche topics. Aside from academics and literature, he spends time relaxing on walks and drives both within and outside the borders of the city, where he will sit and watch the stars during the dark season. He also frequents out-of-the-way energon cafés, and occasionally visits museums—with the aid of a research permit granted to him by Alpha Trion in consideration of his mid-caste limitations. He spends most of his life oblivious to the corruption that runs latent beneath the surface of Cybertronian society, having grown up lacking any frame of reference for comparison. Eventually though, as it begins to grow and its consequences to slip through the cracks, Orion takes notice. However, though it disturbs him, he does not know if there is anything within his power he could do to help.  As with anything that catches his attention or interest, he turns to research. He reads all he can find about the caste system, but most is simply details of law and statistics, and a disturbing number of accounts seem to imply approval. With no solution to be found, the issue simply sits in the back of his processor for long time, seeming to get worse rather than better as time goes on. It's only when he happens across the writings of a certain gladiator that he gains a point of focus. Inspired by that rallying cry, he studies all he can about this ‘Megatronus’, and, eventually, is determined to meet him…

Early Primehood

Megatron has betrayed him, and Cybertron is teetering on outbreaks of violence. Though Orion did not want the position of Prime—he has never seen himself as a leader, and would have been content to advise from outside the spotlight—he realizes that someone needs to take that guiding position and stand for what had once been a shared cause without resorting to violent and destructive acts. So he puts his preference for a quieter life aside… and accepts the designation of “Optimus Prime”. Now he has to fumble his way through politics amidst rising tensions, doing his best to diffuse conflicts before they can escalate.  Unfortunately his efforts fall short. Politics become war, and though the former archivist tries his best, making the difficult decisions that come with war often is too much for him. He does not want to kill wherever he can possibly avoid it, does not want to sacrifice soldiers or risk civilians. Autobot resources end up spread too thin, and his empathic nature wants to mourn every death, no matter the affiliation of the lost life. With the weight of a dying planet collapsing on him, he plants his moral senses firmly to hold himself up, and internalizes all that he can to maintain a strong front for those who depend upon him. It is only when all seems lost, and in desperation he visits the core of Cybertron itself for insight on how to stop the decay taking hold, that certain relic is granted to him, and his shaky efforts to hold himself together are steadied with the combined reinforcement of his once-siblings and a fragment of Primus himself. And from there, his story is continued on @atlas-ordained.

Amnesia

Sealing Unicron into slumber requires Optimus Prime to release the energy contained within the Matrix of Leadership. Though this action does not kill him, as he'd feared might be a possibility, losing the relic so abruptly causes trauma to his spark. As his processor struggles to cope with the shock, he experiences retrograde amnesia—losing access to his memories of the war and many of the events preceding it. Now the mech—who thinks himself only an archivist once more—feels displaced in every sense of the word. His own frame is as unfamiliar as the organic world that surrounds him, and the strange dream he seems caught in turns to a nightmare when he is presented with the fate of Cybertron. Everything he once knew is gone. The apparent information that his most trusted friend was involved only heightens his state of shock, but he is still determined, as he has always been, to put his own distress to the side and do whatever good he can—no matter whom he is forced to stand against.

Estranged

After the Great War ends, and after Optimus Prime has sacrificed himself into the Well of Allsparks to make way for life once more, his own spark reemerges among the many new ones. He lands in a hot spot near a small neutral settlement, newly forged once again. Just one important thing holds him back from having this fresh start. He had been bonded, in his past life. His death had torn the bond in two, and returning to the world of the living before his sparkmate could join him in the Allspark meant there was no chance for the bond to heal. So from his first conscious moment, he's lived with pain. He has no memories of being bonded, no memories of that love—only an injured spark and a longing for something he cannot explain. The medical science available in the small settlement fails to provide answers; his uniquely dense spark disguises the fact that he is constantly bleeding energy from all but the most advanced of scanners. His state alienates him from most of his carefree young peers, and the chronic physical and emotional ache leaves him easily overstimulated. He finds himself more at ease in the company of veterans of the war, whom he feels a greater kinship with than those his own age. Poetry, music, and literature are comforts as well. He finds himself particularly drawn to works written by those who have lost a sparkmate; they seem to reflect his loneliness better than anything else, but he cannot imagine why…

Thirteenth

Long ago, before the time of modern Cybertronians, Orion’s forgotten name in the now nearly lost Primal Vernacular was Uru-anna. Primus's light. The thirteenth of Primus's original offspring, the build of his frame is like no other—he lacks a face or chest plate as well as most of a typical Cybertronian’s internal structures. Instead the plasma of his spark fills the inside of his frame, the energy dense and strong. Without optics, he cannot see within the visual spectrum, and instead relies upon a sense of electromagnetic waves that he reads through his enormous and powerful field, along with sensors for proximity and air currents. He is capable of speech, with a voicebox hidden inside the back of his neck, but prefers to rely on highly detailed field signals and wordless harmonics as his primary method of communication. His existence is almost conceptual with the simplicity and acceptance with which he goes through life, embodying an unconditional love and peacefulness. Despite this seeming purity and the strength of his spark that is second only to Primus, however, his existence is still technically mortal. He experiences the world and is shaped by his experiences. This is especially true after he faces the task he was assigned with his birth, facing his creator's antithesis. When the Lord of Chaos touched his spark, it accelerated the growth of what might be considered imperfection within him: mortal emotions. He was perhaps less affected than some of his siblings, but when the relationships between some of them fell apart and he saw for the first time the cruelty of betrayal and death, a grief and sense of failure in his role as their mediator took root in him. He had lost ones that he loved. He had to do better, given another chance. He could not fail again. And perhaps, the path he could take was placed before him for a reason. And so he entered the Well of Allsparks that was his sister's parting gift, to be reborn in a fully mortal life without memory of who he had been. This way, he thought, he would be able to better understand the generation that was being born. It was a clean start. Even if he still did sometimes feel a mysterious ache in his unusually dense spark. ** While by default Uru-anna enters the Well of Allsparks and is reborn as Orion Pax, in an AU scenario he may continue to walk Cybertron in his original form. He is capable of mass displacement to reduce his height (21m / 69ft) to something more reasonable to ordinary mortals, and eventually begins to don a visor and false chestplate to better blend in with the society that develops around him. He still lacks the visual capacity of an ordinary mech, even with the visor, and some may find the ease with which he can read any sparks within a wide vicinity to be invasive, but he is nonjudgemental and his presence typically emanates soothing and accepting frequencies.

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basic tags

✧﹝ic﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ

✧﹝queue﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵍᵒᵉˢ

✧﹝notes﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐʸᵗʰˢ

✧﹝drabble﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ

✧﹝answered﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ

✧﹝status﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈʳⁱᶠᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁱᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ

✧﹝open﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ʷᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ

✧﹝dash game﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ

✧﹝ask game﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ

✧﹝dash commentary﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇⁱʳᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ

✧﹝shenanigans﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵃʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗˡᵉᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢʷⁱᵗᶜʰ

✧﹝ooc﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵃ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ

✧﹝saved﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ˡⁱᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʳˡⁱᵗ ˢᵏʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ

✧﹝keepsakes﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵍᵒˡᵈ

✧﹝storm's art﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵉᵐᵖᵒʳⁱᵘᵐ

✧﹝promo﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ˢᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵏⁱⁿᵈⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ

✧﹝self promo﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳ

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aesthetic tags

✧﹝aesthetic﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

✧﹝musings﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵈⁱᵉ

✧﹝interests﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵈʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵒᵘˡ

✧﹝music﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

✧﹝image﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵒᶠ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ

✧﹝orion﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢⁱᵍⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ

✧﹝ratchet﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ

✧﹝megatronus﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ

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relationship tags

✧﹝orion/ratch﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ

✧﹝implied orion/ratch﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

✧﹝orion › ratch﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᵈᵒ ᵈʳᵒʷⁿ

✧﹝♡ to ratchet﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵃˢ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃˢ ⁱ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ

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verse tags

✧﹝v: youth﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ

✧﹝v: default﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ˒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳˢ˒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ

✧﹝v: a new prime﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ⁱᵗ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ

✧﹝v: amnesia﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ˒ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵉᵉ

✧﹝v: estranged﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

✧﹝v: thirteen﹞⁺.⭒✧˚⁺ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ

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